Skip to main content

lost and found

Too many hurt hearts on the dance floor
Too many young soul lost to the shots
Please play the blue's, music that saves the mood 
As the beautiful girls twist and whine on the dance floor, making dreams come to life
Parts of us live for this, the rest yearns for love and understanding
Three shots into the night and now my sight is defined

She stands in a tiny black dress, healthier than most and with something for a back
Lucy was her name but it would remain a mystery till the morning after
I pulled myself closer for the music that places calls the attention of two
Her dark brown skin made her one with the scene
As her friends call to end the night she grips tight for she hopes for more than a drunken affair

Half past two and we ain't leaving sober
Pushing me to the walk for a kiss on the lips
The warmth of closeness it brings yet the sad reality of the nothingness this can be
Pulling her closer just to feel her breast, the love that is hidden behind her chest
For a minute I really did think this might be it but reality is a mistress that never stops giving
I finally flag down a taxi, to her place for a shorter ride

.
...
.
...
Another kiss just to end the talk with the means  
On my lap you sit, hands to my face and eyes to mine 
I smile for you still look like an angel in disguise 
I maintain restraint for tonight has time for us to be alive 
Your painted thighs glisten in the dime night light 
As the means comes to a stand still I fall in to the truth of the night
At your door we Stand, lost but found in each others dream 
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Boy please

When I say go it's a free fall, nobody try to be a hero We only die ones so we live slow Praying that our days will be long Like an orgasm I want it all for my bros Die alone or we all getting that glow See me somewhere above this zeros Am getting tired of always being broke Looking for assurance in this heros But they got less than nothing to offer though It's going down in my room, don't come around if you ain't a freak hoe Music our daily bread Mary j our only scent Not been on my knees for the last decade Getting this money in any means necessary My last moments will be a bullet to the head or a girl on my....... = Images from pinterest 
1 comment
Read more

Lost frequency

Pulpit filled with evil Congregation of liers and sinners An hour and a half with a growing entrepreneur Sunday becoming the new Monday Lock up your humanity and open them pockets It's harvest time and you all seem right for the picking Am sure your child can go another day without food Our pastor has him in his range rover fueled prayers I pray for longer sustainance As we fight to maintain our faith I hope for justice for the ones with nobody to offer it I listen to sad music as I write this speech At this point there is no where left to hide This spiritual split grows by the day With nothing left to hang on We sail this uncertain waters with all but love in our hearts We sing sweet lullaby to the young hoping to keep the memories alive Everyday we grow in life knowing you still watching Even in this times of dark We maintain our sacrifice
4 comments
Read more

Edna's smile

Blessed are beautiful, the glass is always greener on their side To those with art on their whole, the world falls for you daily, We are strange beings entangled in a story of love and betrayal Looking into each other for answers, finding uncertainty and pain We are the rare breed placed to bring difference in this revolving place They might never get our ways so we strive to make our presence felt We stand half emply , veins running cold of red roses I wish we could pretend that we never felt, that it never hurt when Tinkerbel left Always so close to the finish line, almost at the end of it all 🔹 Do we deserve to be happy, do we deserve all we go through So young yet always in panic Maybe it's just the Kenya we are living in now Where they sleep tight knowing they murdered families, killed mothers in the name of pride At a point of giving up on humanity, if God was reality it would be raining fire Walking away in silence, leaving it to karma With a blunt I rolled up...
2 comments
Read more