We exchanged names
It was a Saturday night
sober thoughts sneaking past drunken stability
There was this painting
you see
Connecting our eyes &&
Creative minds for divine creativity
You approached me
Paint brush strokes lead conversation
How vertical spacing
Made such an Abstract painting
Art followed by music’s temptation
Rum && coke was my escape plan
Locking lips was never intended man
Your from Brooklyn
Running with the same cats I run with
Why our paths never crossed then
Maybe because you just moved from Massachusetts
I don't know
But
I'm taking like in your inner hippy
That night you stole 9 digits from me leaving wide open the door to opportunity
Sharing man made contraptions one abuse for something as simple as happiness
I was already under the influence of long hair && jimmy Hendricks guitar like symptoms
Playing songs no one would dear attempt for a first impression
B-boy'ing all what people think into mild stones then smoking it like nobodies business
I was digging this
All the while feeling wrong ideas approach me closer than usual
Private time was something I didn't look forward to
For some reason your eyes read me
Understanding that this wasn't me
So you cuddled your way under my arms asking questions people didn't know about me
So I told you
I told you how life between us was like that of a popcorn crenel
tested with heat it could turn into something wonderful unless
Burnt or out of the few be the one to never evolve having to heat it a second time
while emailing prayers to god
Waiting patiently under the clock where our bubbles of pictures clashed
A fuse sparked
Comparing me to your graffiti cans imagining uniqueness always in your hands
Painting your desired intentions
but first sketching what you like on paper
Over and over again till it was perfect
Then turning it into a memorial
Skateboarding flat ground
giving up all your tricks just for a
second of hands holding
saying the devil hit you with cupids arrow
Because this feeling was something like no other
enjoying the outer space journey we took together while staring at the moon
Your hand placed pon my hip
Mine in your left back pocket
It was as if we were meant yet just met seems like forever though we've been
(To be continued....)
It was a Saturday night
sober thoughts sneaking past drunken stability
There was this painting
you see
Connecting our eyes &&
Creative minds for divine creativity
You approached me
Paint brush strokes lead conversation
How vertical spacing
Made such an Abstract painting
Art followed by music’s temptation
Rum && coke was my escape plan
Locking lips was never intended man
Your from Brooklyn
Running with the same cats I run with
Why our paths never crossed then
Maybe because you just moved from Massachusetts
I don't know
But
I'm taking like in your inner hippy
That night you stole 9 digits from me leaving wide open the door to opportunity
Sharing man made contraptions one abuse for something as simple as happiness
I was already under the influence of long hair && jimmy Hendricks guitar like symptoms
Playing songs no one would dear attempt for a first impression
B-boy'ing all what people think into mild stones then smoking it like nobodies business
I was digging this
All the while feeling wrong ideas approach me closer than usual
Private time was something I didn't look forward to
For some reason your eyes read me
Understanding that this wasn't me
So you cuddled your way under my arms asking questions people didn't know about me
So I told you
I told you how life between us was like that of a popcorn crenel
tested with heat it could turn into something wonderful unless
Burnt or out of the few be the one to never evolve having to heat it a second time
while emailing prayers to god
Waiting patiently under the clock where our bubbles of pictures clashed
A fuse sparked
Comparing me to your graffiti cans imagining uniqueness always in your hands
Painting your desired intentions
but first sketching what you like on paper
Over and over again till it was perfect
Then turning it into a memorial
Skateboarding flat ground
giving up all your tricks just for a
second of hands holding
saying the devil hit you with cupids arrow
Because this feeling was something like no other
enjoying the outer space journey we took together while staring at the moon
Your hand placed pon my hip
Mine in your left back pocket
It was as if we were meant yet just met seems like forever though we've been
(To be continued....)
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