Conversations Over-grown Situations That plateau Habitations
I punched a wall Then a built a house. I stepped on an ant. Then I saved a mouse. I cussed at my love
Her words are so simple Her eyes are so sweet Her presence makes me tingle From my head to my feet Her hair is nice
Northerns saaaaay so-duh pop! Southerners saaaaay Damn! It’s hot!
If the sun had a brain And decided to go get some tea Would he know that Would be the end of me?
My brain is on a Manual shift From the words that fall From your lips Come on now
Huhges questioned A dream deferred I read it Then my dream occurred Just do
Can start with Difference Everything, you go with Same Do gets This but What remains.... Truth, do not wait
I let my actions control my emotio… Not the other way around. When I let this notion permeate,… It’s such a happy sound. To know you are in control in the…
When our lips touched hers and min… I got a tangling sensation Up my spine As my hands move south I cup her breasts
I’m in a spiral into ambition And nothing is viral Unless the condition Dances awhile And has a mission
I feel it everywhere But yet I only care How I’m getting there That’s mine and They have theirs
Work hard to Love her and Yourself Don’t be concerned With every body else
If it’s wanted then you can’t lack It was haunted then grew back So I flaunt it to dream I can ena… Dropping words without facts But somehow I feel and simple and…
My dreams sit on the wall. It helps them not to fall. Through the cracks in my head. I want this but that comes instead… I am how I am.
