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And then suddenly, All the R&B songs were about you. Every word, and every verse, Is a Reminder of you. Suddenly, The lyrics by the scientist are for you. We didn’t need a love song, But a haiku is perfect to summarize us 2. And Maybe, If we weren’t on Different Pages, The sessions wouldn’t play to mourn you. I wouldn’t have to Note to Self, The crime it is to fall in love, After my heart is Burned Blue from you, I wouldn’t dream to be a fool, Remaining ignorant to your bittersweet entrapment, Luring me to your flame, And then you fire Praying to be Higher, Than the heart ache, So I won’t wait, If the world were to end tomorrow. Pretending that Nothing Even Matters, When it Hurts So Bad, Like Everything wasn’t Everything, And we weren’t made to last forever. I walk away with Open Arms, Since moving on is just The Way Life Goes. I Gotta Find Peace of Mind, And it’s impossible when you linger around mine, Especially, When Suddenly, All the R&B songs are about you.
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Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 10:44 PM UTC
Songs 4 You
swanging hips, a pendulum elbows dark, tenderized marinating, coconut oil tension in my arms, braiding whispers braiding from the root to the ends detangle from the ends to the root flaxseeds, prayer hands baby hairs kissed, pressed a red brick dust blush banana leaves hydrodipped across my hips and my chest so with my eyes I light sticks of patchouli and amber the smoke crawls against gravity dancing around the open pores of my hair, each strand taking a drag the bass thumps and the melody follows me down the oak staircase echoing through my heels into my skull bringing grit into a room of living and dissolving torpor and malaise transforming dark corners into sunlit nooks I let the smell from the upstairs guide me, in a trance I sweep every hook, under every table, chair, and desk until all grime, jinxes, and ill will is out of this spirit built home armed with a bucket of pinesol and florida water, and a mop twisted with hyssop leaves once them vermin are gone something has got to take its place prayers and whiskey psalms and wishes blessings and forgiveness love, kindness, wealth, 40 acres and a mule so I let myself be swooned into my chair in front of my vanity, to stare into the mirror where I could see praline skin and lips made to be put around a wooden reed, the mouthpiece of a saxophone, a clarinet, or maybe lips to croon and **** sweet jazz in New Orleans but wherever I was made to go, wherever I was meant to be right now, I was closing down the house for the evening cuddling under satin sheets my coils and curls sleeping in a bonnet to leave the world as it was getting dark patchouli gliding around my blankets amber spritzed onto my pillow the deep hums of baritone voices and walking bass lines abate my mind to hush, ease me to sleep
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Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 12:48 PM UTC
hyssop & patchouli
swanging hips, a pendulum elbows dark, tenderized marinating, coconut oil tension in my arms, braiding whispers braiding from the root to the ends detangle from the ends to the root flaxseeds, prayer hands baby hairs kissed, pressed a red brick dust blush banana leaves hydrodipped across my hips and my chest so with my eyes I light sticks of patchouli and amber the smoke crawls against gravity dancing around the open pores of my hair, each strand taking a drag the bass thumps and the melody follows me down the oak staircase echoing through my heels into my skull bringing grit into a room of living and dissolving torpor and malaise transforming dark corners into sunlit nooks I let the smell from the upstairs guide me, in a trance I sweep every hook, under every table, chair, and desk until all grime, jinxes, and ill will is out of this spirit built home armed with a bucket of pinesol and florida water, and a mop twisted with hyssop leaves once them vermin are gone something has got to take its place prayers and whiskey psalms and wishes blessings and forgiveness love, kindness, wealth, 40 acres and a mule so I let myself be swooned into my chair in front of my vanity, to stare into the mirror where I could see praline skin and lips made to be put around a wooden reed, the mouthpiece of a saxophone, a clarinet, or maybe lips to croon and **** sweet jazz in New Orleans but wherever I was made to go, wherever I was meant to be right now, I was closing down the house for the evening cuddling under satin sheets my coils and curls sleeping in a bonnet to leave the world as it was getting dark patchouli gliding around my blankets amber spritzed onto my pillow the deep hums of baritone voices and walking bass lines abate my mind to hush, ease me to sleep
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Words in your curves Soft as rhythm and blues Langston Hughes piano keys and sultry jazz Neo-soul gold
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May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
Midnight Cravings
This is real now, Teach me how, you want me to move, instruct and I will do you, How ever you want me to, In any way that you need, Allow me to satisfy you, Staying in tune with your tune. Setting the mood, as we move to your groove,. I love your sound and how You got things going down Your vibe, such a beautiful sound Got my body moving around something in the air Your melody everywhere
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
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