My sisters birthday…
Digging deeper graves much to your dismay. A slave to love your anger and frustration is your pay. Is love enough? Chances are slim that you’ll get to the other side of history’s hill without a bill to pay or a bed to lay your heart for working double time. That’s a double sign and no matter how much Gucci you get everything will not be G. Don’t you C that your dealing with a B and every times he stings you remember what that means the everything in between the doubt, lack of effort and sometimes feeling alone on the team. You could request a trade as soon as you fire him as your agent the time has passed for patience. Your drifting on a memory but you can’t date your thoughts. Moving on is the hardest part but being stuck is harder would you want this for your daughter. Love is great love is good but it should never have you wishing you would when you known you should.
If I wrote a poem about our forbidden relationship would you treat it like it didn’t exist or understand that without you my words wouldn’t. If I can’t speak love then my speech is impaired I wouldn’t dare say it to anybody else because truth is I promise to repeat all the nice things I’ve done with love for you. I dared myself to express it but it was too good to be true for you so you neglected it. I’m certain that I’m the one you’ll be the best with but it’s your ballpark and I’m on the foul line in case he doesn’t throw your love the right pitch. I’m your pitcher tonight and the happy doesn’t last for an hour and my drinks are never sour a little strong but nothing you can’t handle. I’d dismantle your thoughts because I know a drunk mind speaks a sober heart. I hardly do this but I whole heartedly think you need this. This is for your mind so I’m speaking to the right side of your brain coming from the left side of my chest it would be best if your heart listened but I’ll get a little closer because this true affection is foreign language to the both of us and Rosetta stone isn’t the one guiding us. You follow my lead and I promise you’ll never leave. When I’ve retrieved your trust and gathered your faith don’t play fetch with mine all men aren’t dogs so I would never refer to you as my bitch. I would stitch my heart to yours if I could but it would do it no good if you let your insecurities break the seam. I wear my emotions on my arm so I’ll let you sew my sleeve on your shirt I guess we have a passion for fashion and us looking good together will never hurt no matter how high the heels of our love takes us because we started roots in the dirt.
I like allat stuff… Independently.