you're crowding my space
you have to leave this place
I cannot embrace
I know I can't replace
your face so I took a mental
picture to never erase
feeling sentimental
somewhere in the middle
you don't know what I'm holding
you don't know what's in my hand
I can't showoff my plan, I'm keeping
my intentions up under my sleeves
no need to shake pulling away
tying to read my Palms
trying to touch my alms
to curse me with a Psalms
put 10 on a Deuteronomy
a trigger on trigonometry
dual in numerology & etymology
left handed in Poetry
you'll have to write me
if you're trying to reach me
if I respond means you're
alright with me if I don't "2up"