
So lets play catch up shall we?

You were perfect how you were, I see you don’t understand it or maybe it’s my fault I took your perfect for granted maybe it’s their fault they couldn’t help you manage. Or maybe it’s because you got so high and I was never around when you landed made you feel somewhat stranded now I see your whole circle is on some yes man shit but if they knew you how I knew you they would be able to see through the act recognizing the fact that this is all a charade but you claim your happy so I’ll take my truths to my grave…
Warnings came before the storm but i’m different baby…Lights flicker time differs since were both in missing places slowly wondering if we’re mis-taken the situation for more Judging by the things I said
I could be wrong…
Letting go of wisdom showing off provisions though one can’t always live up to their intentions but I can’t apologize for the things I’ve done.
At times I held the moon trying to avoid the sun only to prolong the things that I should have done only to fight the wars I should have won but I always end up empty handed
The things I took for granted the access I’ve granted to those who demanded perfection only to fight to crate one’s own reflection
To find something’s have no redemption
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
I JUST HOPE IT MAKES ME GROW....
| — | and i want you to do it with me… if you like |


They say act like a poet they expect me to dress modest and act like i'm above sex though I am modest I'm looking for a man to get my soul wet something I just haven't found yet looking for a man to seep through my walls like sand and I can feel every grain. Looking for a man to blur the lines of pleasure and pain hell he could hit it so hard that I can't even walk the same. Please don't question my intellectual abilities because my sexual tendencies are a substantial part of me. Please don't question the heart in me because I long for something hard in me that plays key unlocking parts of me once neglected something that make me need a cigarette his...well forget it cause it's not all sexual although the way his voice carries the air which turn into the wind that blows through my hair and I’m speechless like who need lips if his aren't on me or his don't own me. See the characteristic from touching someone so deep you leave finger prints that hits the soul producing children is inevitable cause after love like this even the grass will grow a little different and I'll know from our first meeting that I've meet him...