Intention

Don't answer

Hey how you doing

It’s been a while since I last seen you

Heard you was moving

Shoulda come around I thought you might come thru

Now we on this line

Can’t think of what to say

Don’t know what to say

But we on this line

So let me be real

Got you on my mind more often than I’d like

Basically all the time

You don’t even know

You can’t even tell

You kinda put me thru hell

But that’s all good and done

Now we on this line

It’s heavy on this line

Tell me whats good

Busy all the while, fixated on my grind

I see you doing you

Heavy on my mind

Might our paths cross again

I think some closure might be good

I had no say

You gave me no say and you walked away

Blame i...

Intention

The thought of him is driving me wild

Remembering the smell of his neck is beyond bliss

His talk, his walk, his smile, his style

It can’t be compared, it can't be replicated

Not seeing him is like being caged

Surrounded by walls that block out light, air, rain

Caged in this dark space and I can’t break free

But then, he calls

And through his deeply penetrating, intense, seductive, amazing voice,

For a moment, I can see it again

I can feel it again, I can taste it again

Freedom

And then I’m flooded in thought

Thought of him and me

Thought of we

Thought of what it can all be

I breathe it all in and let it all go

Suddenly, I’m a Crested Ibis soaring over plains of ecstasy

And he is the Lion I cannot tame

The King over the terrain beneath me that I wish would just swall...

Let him go

To love me meant to let go.

He wants to be free but he’s in chains.

Chains of a past so bitter and cold,

Oh how much he resembles it now.

In me he sees a freedom he is too scared to have.

So scared to lose himself in the unknown, unguarded by his walls.

To love me would leave no room for the egotistical character

That he created within to protect himself from love.

No. Pain is what he will choose over me. Pain is what he knows.

If only he could see that without me his world remains dark.

The world will not seize to exist but it will remain empty; tasteless.

On every corner a new possibility will await.

She wears red. She wears black. She wears green.

She knows this and that about the finer things in life.

And her smell is so familiar to him,

He cannot rationalize why.

He can’t see that she is simply wearing the...