I went outside, and met a black queen that ruled over all of my thoughts – hoping she wasn’t a bad dream. But she'd still love me despite my arrogance; my pivoting thoughts that swing along my many moods swings. Fair enough; she’d understand me better, knowing I wasn’t treated fair enough, under the same sun that makes her skin fair as much.
Still is there a woman of your dreams when you barely feel awake; the grass is always greener from a distance, but your eyes can never catch the green of their snakes. And whenever I tell a short girl a good short joke, she looks at me to keep it brief – but if I said it in short: a laugh from a girl, is a guy’s idea of knowing he can get a taste of those lips. But wouldn’t we love to dream in sweet relief, while I find it less attainable when someone has me losing sleep.
Please give me my peace that comes with my piece: a piece of mind, a piece of spark to a piece of love. But when I met the queen, I never thought it would come with love – but she never felt a spark, paying no mind to me. We were just two strangers in town, walking on two different paths, who happened to glance at each other, only once!