I wonder if people wonder too..
“I know my sh!t” that’s my ego talking to me,
“I wonder what other people think of me” that’s that little bit3h in me asking, angrily says the beast in me
f@ck random thoughts or schizophrenic conversations
I wonder what it would be like to trust?
Trust that you allow someone to crawl inside your head
Trust that I dig myself a little hole inside her precious heart
Where you just whisper same language
In real life my head stops and forgets all the things I want to say *I blame her sweet voice*
I don’t know how I feel but I’m sure I will do a right thing, if the right thing is revealed
Who am I? I lose my cool, my control in our conversations *damn this woman*
I’m in my right path of building my life but I’m missing the major puzzle
I twist and turn asking myself, is it, IT though?
Is it what I feel and deserve? But anyways what’s happening tomorrow?
No one f@cken knows and I have no f@ckin idea
But sh!t! All of these emotions are evoked, by my dreams with all the things I miss
The smell of her breath and a taste of her soft delicate skin and hearing her gasp in my ear,Tongues entwined that feeling as if I was sucking her soul and her warmth and love into my mouth. I felt it filling my empty body.
Beautiful young lady with piercing hazel eyes…beautiful gates to her soul…this sh!t is weak stop it Mnox, you turning weak…lol