Take into account that you've lived how long without even knowing who I am... Think for a moment n realize I'm nothin but a face reaching with two hands... Opened n tryin to feel my way around... Yet getting lost has different meanings depending on what's to be found... As I wonder myself how time will go if u were here next to me doin things we'd luv to do... There's jus one factor of who we've become before we can mingle the woo's... Jus gather a thought that thinks of sending me back into the crowd n then ask yourself who would i be too u... Bcuz we jus may be halfway through this thing called life n I'm not willing to relate without a truce... It's either find ur easy outta my lane bcuz u cannot give what it is u say you'd want from someone else... Or allow me to become that need u seek that lends more than help... In which direction is it ur mind is capable of becoming in tuned with what it is I say... For I'd listen if u came at me with the same type of tongue without all the games... As so much life has gone by not even knowing the features upon ur face... So to know u I'd havta dig in as u would I to discover more than a mate... There's no point in luv'n a broken heart when there's others that have healed to have another chance at being free... So dabble with the terms it takes to invision if it's u that wants to feel the way I breathe...
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