Refreshing a memory, replenishing a rhyme
Searching & expecting for a place that is mine
Ready to give it a name, but will it do the same
Don't want to worry if it's meant to be
I see clearly what I want to see
Closing my eyes to the tune of your voice
Opening my heart to the freeing of your mind
Time is an excuse to which holds no claim
Reasoning escapes me, who's to blame
Wandering thoughts cluttered with a scenario
Like if you were the pimp, I'd be the hoe
Not like the one that treks the lane like
You the pimp making me call out your name
Wait, let me dial it back real slow
You see how you got my mind talking about being a hoe
Oh no! But this is the perfect imperfect way my mind flow
Too far to give it a go and too close not to say no
A battle I'm trying to win, stop
Wait, let me begin again....
About the Creator
Mesaye
From the moment I read my first Edgar Allen Poe story when I was 12 yrs old, I knew what made my heart flutter & what drove my imagination. Writing has been something I’ve loved doing, fell far away from & am now drawn back to it!
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