one step forward and one back
is the way to your destruction
my mother says
she preached and cried and yelled just to get the message through my heardrums
am i dreaming?
worries was her rights

Your lips is a diversion of your words your spoken spoken
your hair are like lullaby strings across my heardrums
Your eyes is like the oceans of the never ending planet just glowing, unique
Your hands are like cushions soft ,comfortable and beautiful