held in my gripped fists

I have somethin in mind.
But i can't tell u til i get a lifetime.
I'm muted by actions.
Witness me as my mind gets lost watchin reactions.
Chasin the dreams of luv.
Wrapped snug within the touch.
Tighter than green on paper.
No one can ever do u better.
In luv with MONEY!
My first, my last, my jar of honey.
Yet i have somethin in particular in mind.
N it takes time.
My own best friend.
I'll have to the end.
Me!
Save it please.
Rude is not my intention.
Jus know, u are not my reflections.
It's as real as it is raw.
My thoughts need a reality open to flaws.
Where paws won't reach for what it can't have.
Loyal in ways it'll never leave the back.
Dyin to have it.
Held in my gripped fists.
There is somethin jus outta arms embrace.
A daydream that lingers into nights under without a trace.
Embraced by the presence it has as a fix.
I can't believe in luv, without it.