I almost fell asleep before i convinced myself to write of you and who ever knew I would write of you
tonight you craddled my mind in thoughts of you sitting next to me humming the same rythym that breathed on everyones soul strings
wraped in my culture wraped in your voice and wraped in the man who I thought was the men of all men come to find I wasnt treated as if he was so
so it goes the story I met a young gentlemen who almost changed the course of my life and shook my world with the simple smirk of his sinful lips the epic glare of his eye
I surrendered for a minimal amount of time i forfited into my weakeness and wraped myself in it immeresed myself into something that was out of character and insanity or maybe not
and so it goes this story of the days where i use to spend in the garden the days i spent picking fruit the days i spent alone with the grumpy old hearts beating down on my mind the days i spent dwelling in thought of you dwelling in absence of you dwelling in longing
i held my breathe and suffocated underneath the gloomy water and i held myself there
your look was sly and then you intention shifted and so did my thoughts the glare in your eye didnt shine the same and my hearts beat started to slow down and catch on to its normal pace
your lips changed and with that your tongue why did people matter people should have never mattered at all and maybe if you were different it would have lasted more than a month