dizzy.

 

he makes her dizzy.

most of the time down is up

…so naturally up is down.

she cant keep her balance

anytime he’s around.

she says all the right things

to keep him dizzy

usually left is right

…so naturally right is left

anytime he sees her face

he loses his step.

she wonders if it could be…

he tells her “trust in me”

& she wants to…

…but she’s dizzy.

“its like the room is spinning.”

so he helps to break her fall

& they sit there in silence wondering if anything besides their hearts…

was ever spinning at all.                                                                             ©

4:20AM

 

split that shit

get out my guts…now pause.

before you lick my walls….

break it down

put it in…now wait.

make sure everything is straight.

wrap me up

stuff me good…thats right

u know i’m better when its tight

go ahead…light my fire

pro? …i can tell

now put your lips on me…deep breath & inhale.

writingoutLOUD.

 

but on some real shit--

ill probably never open up to u again

probably never think ure real again

probably take it back to where it began

probably.

 

but on some real shit--

i thought u were sincere

thought u wanted to be here

thought i held some part of your heart so dear

i thought.

 

but on some trill shit--

i guess it couldnt last too long

guess ill never again listen to that song

guess i was just severely wrong

about u…

…i guess.                                                                                                    ©

thiscouldBE...

 

so i was laying here attempting to go to sleep just listening to music when a drake song came on & inspired me to write this in my phone. for some reason i couldnt wait until the morning to post this. every now & then my creative side peeks out. hope u like it.

 

i swear i felt it the other day…

a spark.

a flash.

an uncontrollable tingle inside.

it HAD to be something…

but maybe its just nothing at all.

 

but then i swear i heard it in your voice…

in your smile.

in your laugh.

in the way you said my name.

it HAD to be something…

but maybe its just nothing at all.

 

And then when im up…

i come tumbling down.

thinking that im thinking too far into this.

trying to read too deep in between the lines.

this COULD be something…

but its probably just nothing…

 

…at all.                                                                              ©