Fondness Attachment

Your Arabic name I say they most,

My English is not good as it use to be.

I never spoke with I anyways,

Only spoke around you and me.

But that doesn’t matter,

Our talks lead to war.

Our thoughts only lead to more,

Then my thoughts lead 2, 4, more that I could restore.

Nah... I won’t add fuel to fire,

Late night desires.

I hate fights that’s why on date nights,

I always seem to get higher.

Not off drugs, not off hugs, but off love,

Our love is a drug.

My homies told me there were circumstances,

They told me I would be doing circle dances.

At least I’m not a square,

Plus my source wouldn’t put more on me then I could bare, I know love isn’t fair.

So what’s a clown to a serious matter,

What’s love without serious laughter.

I get jealous to see what you’re after,

Man I thought I was faster, now you can tell if our future is limited.

It’s a fondness attachment,

I wake up and noticed your absence.

I try to remember your accent,

But it won’t click because I’m having too much fun without you,

Its juxtaposition,

It’s such a tradition to be different.

But what am I admitting,

We have Hollywood power.

Indefinite hours last longer than my irrelevant showers.

You know the ones…the ones that make your water bill high,

i know its crazy.

We’re Monica and Cue,

Great honors to you.

And I’d rather be blu,

Because I love you.

Fondness is special,

Sometimes corrupt by the enemy.

I won’t grow a rebel,

As long as you remember me.