Excuse me, bae...
As i explain my vision...
I was drowsy probably drinking but i still recall the mission,
I had traveled in the future, saw you and I were married,
I know that we just met im not getting overcarried..

And lemme tell why its real..in case you dont believe it..
Back then i had a vision of our very first meetin...
And i remember it clear, the only difference was your outfit..
But the setting was the same, blue curtains, black couches..

I tell you,
im being more than honest when i say..
i see a future witchu,
i want more than just a bae..

You ask me how it is i have such visions of what will be...
But bae its such a secret, i just need your heart to feel me..
I know you dont want secrets, i wanna tell you, really...
but if i tell you how i know, you might just have to **** me..
......
You see im from the future..i just travel to the past...
so i can live it all again, and keep hoping this will last..
Truly just to feel your love all over again...
And thats the truth about our story i wont ever pretend...

She said..."but i thought we were together in the future..why is it that you gotta come back just to see me?"...

Bae, we were together in future...
but your contract ended early and God decided you should leave me..

so in the future, your my guardian angel..
Always had the heart of an angel..
so i came back for one last kiss and a thank you.
My Guardian angel♡



-afj

I am incomplete, like a part of me is missing,



It wasn’t an absolute, it came over time



Amongst a tangle of knotted days.



In dreams, it screams, find the missing jigsaw,



And on the edge of awakeness,



In the fuzzy champagne light of a new dawn,



I almost capture it.



But it hides like a viper in the grass,



Moving the blades, yet impossible to see.



Involuntarily my awareness,



Diminishes the power of the scream.



In the mirrors of eternity



I dare to glimpse for the missing in me.



But all I get is a hollow blankness,



My waking mind defies who I am!



I knock on the door of unconsciousness



Begging with a bowl of fruits of mind,



Yet a barricade of steel like strength



Blocks my entrance.



I break down tiny fragments that rise to surface,



Yet this primordial desire to search



Is unrequited, unblessed, ignored.