Woman your heart will never bleed
in silence in my presence, your tears I collect them and hold the sacred believe
me your pain when it happens feels like our death sentence, this thing that we
share that I call love or the “We”… to world is an iceberg, what they see is
nothing real it what’s unseen that’s the real us captured only by the angels
lenses…
Don’t
forget the iceberg sunk the titanic I might be the Sun but believe me you’re
the planet, Dam like when you walk through the do all I can do is marvel and
watch each motion in slow motion like kid watching magic, more than a hour away
its straight withdrawal I am self-confessed addict, in the back of my head I laugh
at and in strange way thank the clowns that broke your heart before they had
Queen in the palm of the hand and didn’t know they had it, intoxicate and it
not overrated like when you put the joint to your lips or when the fire water
hits my soul after a sip … I am not afraid to take it there ma to the drip …
Now that everybody has a tight
body and a fat ass what sets you apart, what makes me stay and respect my
promise of fidelity, simple you have that iceberg factor… your conversation and
mental stimulus is nuclear reactor, your raw rugged and yet somehow super feminine
the realness the what you see is what you get, these other women well they
there trying to get an Oscar type actors. In the bedroom (oh dear lol) these
girl are T rex, but you’re a savage on the D and when give the B or the cookie that’s why they can’t compete
with a raptor.
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