A.S.A.P

Bleek

I

want to be your trumpet

As you breathe into me

Tinkering with my

valves

I croon beautiful 

notes & riffs

Making an arresting composition

Cause it feels

Mo' Better

as I bellow out these many hues of

Blues

Allow me to be your prize possession

Shining brightly 

in your velvet lined case

Eagerly 

awaiting our next kiss

As your agile fingers 

stroke all of the right spots

Allow me to be your vessel of sensuous creativity

While you breathe your brilliant 

beautiful mind

inside my willing

apparatus

I want to be your trumpet

Your instrument of safety

Where your heart

safely rests

Free from the troubles of this cold cruel world of

Giant 

proportions

It Beez Like Dat

I will probably never

Go

as deep as you

Touching places that can only be aroused

Mentally

In both a literal and figurative sense

Only a little girl who is used to

Playing

Alone

Hiding in my room 

For hours

Only to keep my words

Close to my heart

See.....

I have eenough voices in my head already

Other opinions tend to confuse me

So I

Steal  notebook paper

(been doing it since I was 7)

Rambling on about my inner thoughts

Cause if I actually told you how much 

I

Adore you

You wouldn't believe me

But believe me

That these moans 

Are truly sincere

These lips are only yours

You're the only touching this skin

And people gone think what they want

But forget tho...

A.S.A.P

Everyday I spend my time

writing lines

Feeling fine

Waiting here to find the sign that

I should take it slow

There I go

getting emotional

Doing the most

I know

Got the love birds chirping out the window but

Ion need love no more

So I rhyme

Then come back to my senses

Realizing

That good neighbors are the results of good

Fences

Boundaries that keep me out of my emotions

I make the motion to

Embark

but I 

understand that 

I'm just somebody in a nobody town

Won't compete for center stage

So I become so underground

To find me

You have to sit on the 

Floor

Yet To Be Determined

I'm not a girl

Not yet a woman

But I swear 

Ill feelings can take you

There

When you become 

Visually impaired with the

Obstacles that 

Life brings to you

Finally

I see it has happened to me

Right in front of my face

Used to feel 

Uninspired

My past hurts have left my heart

Mired

Unwilling to be a fool ever again

Again

I begin

Again

Not yet a woman

Tryna dodge

Spears

but seem to get 

Federlined

Another line

Another dime

But only time will tell if this truly is 

Divine

Pluto

Too far from the

Son

I became bitter and

Frigid

That no one could stand it

I

Spinning alone in my orbit

too slow to keep up with the pace of other planets

So I was cut from the line up

I reckon things become tied up

Since all the other chicks get fired up

When he step on the scene......

Me

I be on my own path

3 moons

In a perpetual evening

So I sip milk shakes

In my snow storms

Cause though he may remove my name

from the system

The fact still remains

I was

Here

There

Wherever

However

Whenever

He needed me to be

My relevance cannot be erased

Etched upon his heart

My spirit cannot be

Replaced

Honey Pie

Your words

Arouse me

sending  electricity through my body

Causing me to have

Braingasms

As you finger the delicate flesh of my

Heart

Making me say

Your name

I smile

Imagining our glasses sitting side by side on the night stand

I wrap myself up in

Thoughts like these

And rock myself into a rhythm

Back and Forth

Like Aaliyah

I send

I Miss You texts

cause I mean it

Please believe it

I can't go around it

So

I choose to go through it

This beautiful

Fabulous

Super-duper thing

Called

Us