Typical yet cynical
Stress powers forward
Like a drunk,
After a shot from his cylindrical.
That liquid confidence that'll leave you "mystikal"(rapper), belligerent, yet touchy.
But monthly, I wonder what makes me comfy.
Money? Or maybe a "honey"?
And I don't mean the stuff that bees make...
My fists shake,
Because her presence alleviates...
Well, at least I appreciate the thoughts of what she might be like.
Lucid thoughts crowd my mental, when near the cloned Aphrodite;
Resulting in lucid paralysis or
Something similar to stage fright.
So would the make her medusa?
Gruesome to think.... but I think in need a shrink.
Because every time I blink I see snapshots,
which is why I spill this ink.
An echo of a memory,
But far more complex than you think.
It's like her face was tattooed to my eyelids...
The thought of her resonates daily.
Doesn't matter the cost,
I just want her as my lady.
As often that she's seen,
You'd think I'd come clean.
But even in this dream,
things aren't easy as it seems.