I can see the life I want... But I keep falling down jus before I get there... So close yet fingertips find complications within luv... N there's no one to share memories neva made feeling weird... Comin in to focus of who I am in my own... Only if they'd ease up so relations would last... My dreams mean something to me n bein grown isn't jus saying you're grown... I've gotten right up on the texture n it was I that was passed... I can feel it as I'm dropped on my head to awaken the dummy... Knowing what was allowed was to be certain someone is what it is... A mutual respect so I know how to respond to my life still moving step by step with my money... With a fuckin tickle in my rib... On my way as soon as I figure which direction I'm goin... I can taste the flow of lookl over luv sweating down in the fall of moans collaborating... Finding my norm... In tuned with a friend so fascinating... Slowing it down so my happiness can enjoy what it desires most... I've been the gates n meant vows that didn't deter me from finding my fuckin way... I am not lost, I am taking a moment to me in my own zone... Thinking about the passion building breaking free as she says my name...
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