Letters to the World; From the World.
I wanted you to be my canvas,
I breathe art, philosophy, poetically …
And You wanted an ass to kiss, literally…
I want something deeper than something that wants to go deep IN me.
I want a connection, and nothing like what all the other men be
When they want the panties without the romancing,
The grinding without the perpetual dancing.
I want the fairy tale.
And I promise I will get it. I don’t believe in perfection, I believe we can split it.
‘Mr. Right’ may come before I am ready, ‘Mr Right Now’ is wrong-
‘Mr Happy Medium’ can have me.
Allow us to paint together and use one another’s brushes,
I want this to be stronger than any of my crushes
Ive lusted, and promise there’s a difference. To have love in the moment and love thats infinite,
A LIFE WITHIN IT By it I mean the air we breathe within each others kiss.
Upon one another lips not just another ass to kiss..
Because I see with the eyes that no one else can find,
I see within my soul, a girl like me, she sees with her mind.
While you think I’m blind and dumb witted, I’m paying attention and quick when I spit it
When I’m silent I’m observing the most,
And when Ive seized to exist, I don’t leave a ghost.
I want to be your lover, but your name is not Prince and I am not ‘cuming’
For you to know my screams in your psyche BEFORE I start humming
My theories may chase you away,
and though I don’t plan for forever,
I put a purpose to my today… so if you want to stay…
I’m sure within this subliminal only few will get it.
I don’t believe in perfection… but I believe we can split it.