I find myself gasping for the words
Running thru the ends of the earth to figure it all out
How in the world can I explain, how can I make it somehow known
How can I make you see and taste music
How can I find the correct adjectives when all I can imagine to portray are verbs
And how can u prove the magic and mystery and the fire that lives in me
When I must describe this reality of a dream
The aches of my fingers from gripping the sheets
The passion that still lingers in the air
That kiss…..
Oh, that kiss
Please put an end to all of this madness
Because I cannot seek an answer
Given some sort of divine interference from behind the stars and from over and
beyond and above
How to explain how it feels to be in love………
"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."
Me, myself, & my mic
"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.
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