Hands

The back of my hand

I can tell when she's out of it .. I can tell when she doesn't wanna be bothered by nothing of this world not even me .. theres moments where her smile is one second so innocent then the next its a mean mug so demanding .. her eyes shift from being full of happiness to a range of a land that seems so unseen she feels like .. she feels like every step she takes forward life puts it in reverse .. her mood is one tick of times hand so high and the next tick her body feels like it's Ina hearse .. that's how much of a queen she is .. A fuck niggas actions irritate her like gnats in the summer of Georgia .. she's looking for a king to sustain her life like water but .. I can tell when her needs are brought to a halt .. I can tell when she wants to be left alone .. but that's how much of a queen she is and doesn't even know .. she thinks she's hiding her dear emotions but that grimacing smile on her face is letting them show .. the fact of the matter is, sometimes you have to let your self be hurt in order to see why you must let go .. let that beautiful white smile fall back to me like snow and I am the ground you walk on and .. I know when you're happy .. when your smile stretches from ear drum to ear drum .. when your heart is racing the hands of time .. and when your heartbeat, matches mine