Come to me, Baby.11/2/2021 Come to me, baby.
Come to me slowly like a Sunday afternoon with the blues, baby. Come to me fast like the ocean waves when they crash against the thousands of sand grains that all represent all the reasons I fall so hard for you daily Baby come to me like a Friday night that has been held captive all week and can finally release & be free baby Talk to me baby talk to me like the starving artist at a poetry slam waiting for his big break baby Speak to me like the records at the record store speak to the young boy who’s words have become crippled & he’s just looking for a sound that’ll put him at ease baby I need you to SEE me baby Be free baby Be free to love me baby Be free to let me in on your hopes & dreams baby All I want is you baby all I ever needed was you baby I’d be lost without you baby.... & believe me all lines I will CROSS just to get back to you baby It’s me and you baby I belong to YOU baby I love YOU Baby. Butterflies10/30/2021 I became a broken record of excuses & entangled in a web of
beautifully crafted lies I wore my heart in my stomach because it was easier to listen to the butterflies that lived there rather than to listen to the voices in my head spewing out red flags there you were.. painted with all the right ways to hurt me all over your body but I wore rose tainted glasses and walked down the wrong street of love side by side with you. tripping over the cracks in the concrete that came from every step we took and the voices from beneath screamed my name to turn around I soon realized that that concrete road was me... and the voices were my own.. What a joy it was to love so blindly did I even know pain until I met you? I think I remember seeing pain a few times before he brushed by my shoulder and I stumbled but when I met you pain looked me in the eye, shook my hand and introduced himself. His introduction made my heart bleed but those butterflies... those damn butterflies... they worked overtime to mend it... sewing sutures within the cuts that came from the words that you shot at me like daggers.... woah did you see that? I think a few butterflies escaped their trap For Him…10/28/2021 There are no words that have been crafted on this beautifully flawed earth that can express the amount of genuine love I have for you. You are a perfectly crafted human made up of unapologetic flaws and I die a little in my chest every time I see your face. You taste like… sweet chocolate symphonies that play the song of the year to my taste buds every time I work up the courage to put my lips on to your work of art. Baby you’re the perfect bass solo in a room full of lost souls who stood all night with their drinks in their hand and their feet growing blisters just to hear the sound they’ve been waiting for to free their minds. That’s how much you’re worth it. You’re the perfect tune to the music of my life ... I love you. |