With blood on my sleeves i come to u with broken heart and spirit. I miss what was what never was what we could have been. Heart in hand and beating slowly, it dies, a slow death killing my emotions and me with it. I miss u but not in the conventional way a boy misses a girl i miss u more.
She makes music i love that makes me love the sound of her love music.
She makes music i could listen to for hours without hunger… soul food.” —
For the 5” 1 shorty with those come to me eyes.
Dreams are manifested and created by our subconscious. Concocted by our desires.
I had a dream I wished was not a dream.
While I slept I was haunted by beauty.
In human form she came to me, making me forget I was sleeping.
Transported to another world so real I could almost touch you, kiss you, fuck you.
I felt the beat of your heart the feel of your body on mine. You were mine in this dream.
My dream girl from a dream world J I want you to be more than a dream.