There is a melody in my heart that my mouth would not dare sing.
My mind,
in constant scrimmage,
tries to wrap itself around this conundrum.
The rhythm propels me to spit rhymes created by my heart lurching beneath my chest
but my tongue is still tied by your name gently caressing my tongue.
Sip, swirl and swallow.
My small eyes battled to stay locked to yours as i envisioned the rest of you,
i couldn't give it away so i turned and left.
Would you know it was you i speak of if you read this?