Odds I heard her heart knocking on my chest waiting for an embrace of my fears
While her tears waited to be dry with a simple kiss from a life I couldn't give
For we both were damaged eyes from a toxic generation
where our heartbeats were beating for love with a slight hesitation
As I hear her mind moaning for my soul, wishing to make love to my inner demons
Only wishing to make sweet love back to her insecurities
For our sexual attractions is no more then a mental obsession
as we make ghetto music in a crooked world
While the Devil is our generation president all nightmares no dreams
she still managed to put God as my inner faith
The beauty of her persistence shall be a soul motivation to making her a queen
As she knocks on my door heart held in hand as the devil watches..
I shall embrace her love wit... |