There was Something So surreal About Washing
All prolific’s aside one beautiful paradox to another, don’t you know how wonderful you feel wrapped
Dancer, Dance under the pale lit moon To the aging familiar tune While daisies die
I am a chamelon lived experienced so much
I go to places others won’t
It was throbbing growing inside me I could feel it getting bigger with every second
Love me for me for what you see in my eyes for who I am, for what I know and for what I don’t know accept me as I am
You lied to get me into only your bed you cheated
Nothing quite brings me back to you like remembering that you’re there this is all
Crazy voices seap through the walls telling me what I don’t care to hear nevermind,
Wrapped in your web I fight to be free Spinning is it you or is it me maybe it’s my sneakers
I search for the everlasting circle the diamond on my ring the prize
When would you decide? They were all waiting... I was waiting The problem I refused to settle
Sometimes, I forget to cross my T’s you know to dot my i’s Does that change everything
Sometimes amidst all the shit pile… around your feet, you can see beau… if your eyes are open When you feel like you can’t breat… another breath, you realize