Freewrite 6-18-09
You know it took me 5 months, 2 weeks and 4 days
to get through one whole day, 24 straight hours, and not think about you.
Visions of your walk and smile
The incredibly sexy way you moved and breathed
5 months, 2 weeks and 4 days
I was so disarmed
You might have been the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
and all I could feel was disarmed
Like it was impossible to be smooth with you
Charm you like every other nigga would try
No, I had to be real, myself.
And in that I gave you a power I never intended to let go
3 years, 10 months, and some change I've known you
And somehow your antics are still fresh to me
And you always knew what lines not to cross with me
Like I was different for you
But if you drunk dialed me at 3 A.M. again
I wouldn't mind being woken up.
1 year, 7 months, 12 days it's been since you left
and a friend decides to make me bring you up in conversation
And as he recounts some memories, I can't help but think of you
Where you might be? Doing what?
He says you're probably sleeping at 3 A.M.
but I know better.
No. You're out there somewhere
having fun
not thinking about me.
Damn, I hate this.
It took me 5 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days to get you out of my head.
Only 12 seconds to bring you back.
You know it took me 5 months, 2 weeks and 4 days
to get through one whole day, 24 straight hours, and not think about you.
Visions of your walk and smile
The incredibly sexy way you moved and breathed
5 months, 2 weeks and 4 days
I was so disarmed
You might have been the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
and all I could feel was disarmed
Like it was impossible to be smooth with you
Charm you like every other nigga would try
No, I had to be real, myself.
And in that I gave you a power I never intended to let go
3 years, 10 months, and some change I've known you
And somehow your antics are still fresh to me
And you always knew what lines not to cross with me
Like I was different for you
But if you drunk dialed me at 3 A.M. again
I wouldn't mind being woken up.
1 year, 7 months, 12 days it's been since you left
and a friend decides to make me bring you up in conversation
And as he recounts some memories, I can't help but think of you
Where you might be? Doing what?
He says you're probably sleeping at 3 A.M.
but I know better.
No. You're out there somewhere
having fun
not thinking about me.
Damn, I hate this.
It took me 5 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days to get you out of my head.
Only 12 seconds to bring you back.
Not everything is supposed to come true
Some words are best unsaid
Some love is not really love at all
I'll keep everything I shared with you
And that's enough
There's us

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