I want to love her
She won't let me.
I want to leave her
She won't let me.
She was to me an archangel
The 'she' version of Gabriel
She never know what she want
She never knew what she worth
She was priceless and easy to me,
Like the air
Dreadlocks to an imam,she is useless,
Like the hair
We were meant to be lovers
We just didn't fit like a broken louvres.
©THUG