Fin!!

In the beginning I was a stranger on earth with no experience no picture no frame not even a shatter of what laid ahead of me, so I walked like a ghost with reality being a smoke screen…

I grew and then found love, hope and a form of inspiration staring through the eyes of a fallen hero I strive towards gaining some form of strength because I lost my stance in what I’ll call a profane damsel (Love)…

So I found u n I couldn’t gt u out my mind not perfect but picture u smiling is fire to dynamite I tried to make d best love song, writing you’ve ever read but I’m so far from getting it but as long as it get u saying… Yeah…

Baby I want to be with u like lens on my pupils.. In love like I dated it.. Did I mess it up did I stalk u till u knew I cared, if I could let u know how special u are to me I’ll need a rookie to win the NFL season… Nigga Falling in Love season..

Made mistakes but I past it all strange d way we meet tipsy like bottles on a ship but u struck an arrow in me like an assassin waltzing its way through my emotional dance hall… Even if I had moves around u my swag is wiped away like a Jagger without music…

I know u wanna stir uncertain of the future disturbed by the attention shagged by the intensity… But like a Chinese proverb in trusted and determined to show my worth though I’m misunderstood like paintings in d 50’s…

I know our chances are slim like thread passing through fire… But I’ll rather be a fool 4 u than be a stud in a high school movie with no hope 4 2mrw… Minutes turn to hours but seconds become irreplaceable.. U became my cryptonite making me stronger like superman from a different universe…

I’ll look 2 explore u like a traveler from mars touching down on earth for the first time… A good woman is hard to find I guess I’m lady luck but am I 2 late… Stiff competition like a marker closing down on some game is what u get but I’ll rather treat u as a dove giving u freedom…

I’m no vamp but I’ll be d wolf making u have life and not experience death… I scream shout but I’m voiceless because speech is for d privileged n I’ve lost all utter of confidence in my stance regarding u…

Ashamed not because of u but 4 how easily Hercules my heel was found and d strong tower came crumbling down… I have not 1 thing 2 look 4ward 2 apart from u… Though I don’t have u I’ll be a prisoner looking from the opening in my cell to visualize the sun…

This isn’t a love note its word my mouth can’t say but my heart reeks out from its depths untouched and UN-tamed… So it’ll end with u being with some1 else but the experience won’t be regrettable…

As a french man I’ll end with d gentleness of a hamster but strength of an eagle… Let your heart find its path and your soul its destiny…

O’vour mon seri.. Se Fini…