clean cut sneakers and baggy tees,
you got the whole town flocking around you like bees,
many requests, you're a penthouse on a lease,
and when you turn them down, it's a striptease—
for me, it's like my best show on TV,
where the rich men flaunt all their luxury,
i know i can't afford but i keep watching,
girl, you're all of that wealth and priceless jewelry.
friday night lights, rollercoaster rides—
we're out here screaming in the pitch black dark,
can't see your face, but your sillhoutte is beautiful.
spilled roses and tightly clasped hands,
might steal a kiss in a corner at the park,
don't put your hand on my chest, it's beating hard but i'm tryna play cool.
i feel like i'm drowning,
and bliss—is the ripples of water,
i feel like i'm sinking,
into a quicksand of ecstasy,
i feel like i'm floating,
and your touch is the weather balloon hanging—
me over the top of the world,
is there a better feeling than this?
your thick nappy braid curls are swirling—
when you sway your hips, you're a cross between a pixie and a fairy,
if life is a movie, can someone get me the goddamn remote,
gonna hit replay on you till that tape hits a screeching note.
combat boots and a flare skirt,
got my mind flared up, like a whole tent,
exhibition here, you're the sports car with no dent,
all the buyers ready to stake on their last cent,
wanna take you home, like i've won a Grammy,
set you on the mantelpiece, showcase you you're the trophy—
in my life, there's nothing else fancy,
have you to myself, i'm allowing no touring.
cheap liquor, cheesy ass notes,
i'm drunk, but i've never been more aware—
my words are in a mess like me, but you're the best thing.
citrus fragrance and honeysuckle breathe,
i've got cherry lipstick smeared all over my shirt,
don't look me in the eye, how would i explain i'm crying?
i must be drowning,
and bliss—is the ripples of water,
i must be sinking,
into a quicksand of ecstasy,
i must be floating,
and your touch is the weather balloon hanging—
me over the top of the world,
there can't be a better feeling than this.
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musings of a jaded poet
Poetrylike the title implies, 'musings of a jaded poet', comes from a jaded, hurt heart but it'd be folly to think this album is all doom and gloom. before the dark, there was light and it's a journey-a tale that needs to be told. the tragedy of how this...
