Damage Control: I know ya’ll probably think this is just another sad song love poem, hold on though while I flow on,, Picture my emotions on a canvas as I unfold em’ Look into the windows of my soul, finally open. Can you see the flames? I don’t try to be molten. That’s a warning to stay away from the cauldron. Catalytic propulsion, like roulette with White Russians. Lovin’s what I got, still I keep my love untouchable. How did you muster up the courage girl? I concur, that my trust issues suck, and this may be off the sub-juct, but I ain’t been so unnervingly ner-vous; like it’s always our “first,,, -touch.” These verses, are to serve some purpose. Believe these things I took the time to ink to a rhythm. We keep in sync with each other; like how you finish up my sentences and the thoughts I start to think. If not amazed, I’d be jealous of the way you say my own beliefs. Baby doll face, I chase your hour glass shape to kiss your baby doll taste, for an hour and some change I become a boy when I lay my face against your waist. I WANT IT! WANT IT! YOUR LOVIN! LOVIN! I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF YOUR KISSING AND HUGGIN. Now I better switch it up from all this bug-a-boo buggin, Intellectually we can connect the dots. Don’t push up on your Benjamin Button, hold it down up under the cover with no smotherin’, patiently, punching away the pains, without the gloves again. Go away with the key to my heart and condominium. K, now bring your fine ass home again. Though it’s more than an innuendo to see you go my friend, I like your eyes lighting up my life; when you’re in my thoughts holding me. Don’t you know you own me totally!?!? You ARE, the only one to control me, emotionally, mind blowing me. Only to console me by boldly scolding me Until I feel real and grown up enough To try and make it up and stuff,,,, still though, looking foolish as I do. I,,, do stay true, I’m almost always in the mood. I do feel proud you are doing you at school. I do want to trust you lady, cause I deserve it too. I do exercise my patience when I can’t control the groove. I do believe in practical magic, And stay away from voo-doo. I do know what’s what and who’s who. I do want to do my duties to keep you as my Boo. I do act like a chick at times and I do like the fact you do it too. I do know what you’re thinking bout’ the concept of my rhyme Baby doll, don’t be misconstrued. I do think about it all the time as I’m dance to my different tunes while I realize I miss the things you do. I love to see you happy; under cloud cover Suns and Blue Moons. No we ain’t been under no blue moon together, I know you’re thinking that same thing too. I do like the sound of your laugh, and yea, we can laugh about that too. I do the things I do to make myself happy even when you think it’s game or me just being sappy. I do feel bad for the way I catch myself acting when I’m tripping over dudes DamAmanDamage Control! “And you say he’s just a friend; And you say he’s just a friend “Oh baby Yoouuu….” Got what I neeeeeeed;” So what I’m saying lady; that from an untimed punchline type of bad, but only sometimes, to hopefully mostly totally only doing good for you. “Everything I doooo….. I do it for meeeee….” Naw, you know I got to joke with you to be serious. Doll you know I do the things I do for us, so you can be there for me and me here for you to trust.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 12:56:31 +0000
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