Fading memories Off to the road lights Can we go or should we wait up I can't stop this now The feeling is rushing Can you hold me up Don't let my hands slip away I just like how these moments Became an eternity of seconds with you
It was an early wake up call To finally realize I must not fall You always give me the ball But I know you'll never call Do I need to crawl? Let's have some time on the wall Can we resist this fireball Even though chances are small I can give you my all Hope you are my downfall
I loved climbing trees I use to play with the other boys in the street Street cricket was such a treat I would lick 6, over the neighbors yard loud and boisterous, as the other boys No one said anything they accepted me as a boy I was never confused, my ego was never bruised As I grew, I met the girl I never knew She took over, and now he has the best view he's not buried, we live in mutual symbiosis escaping this worlds unjust definition of my psychosis
growing up being a Tomboy in the Caribbean/Jamaica "Lick 6 is a cricket term"
where do we start and where do we end its a ****** being with you its tender just knowing you you break my heart every day and yet i love you i love you still i love you love you love you am i stupid? i am something that you havent yet guessed at. whats the bet? you aint gonna get it. Yet here we are. You, wearing shoes in the presence of my bare feet.
These are the things I think are fun So much so I can’t choose just one: To hold you. To kiss you. Be with you. (Not miss you!) Laugh with you. Walk with you. Listen and Talk with you. Ride a bike. Park a car. Stay at home. Travel far. Get undressed. Lie in bed. Don’t wake up. Snooze instead. Kiss your lips. Kiss your ear. Kiss your neck. (And down there!) Foot massage. Shop and eat. Motel Six. Fancy Suite. I guess the things I like to do, Are anything I do with you.