Seven & Fourteen
Words are like bullets they pop off when I shoot them,
And my mind is like a powerhouse, I blew it,
My hearts are drum, music is what I've become,
Love is undone;incomplete, she says please to me,
Lost in ectsasy, in carnall bliss, this is ridiculous,
I'm addicted to us, together like one;love, kissing her lips
With my hands on her hips, after a date at her front door,
And I support her words, I love them, we're still in high school,
Romancin, like a trance and when she says my name,
I don't know if I should come, is she changing what I'm becomin,
I'm at a dead end and I know were this is goin, I'm blowin, rings of knowdom,
I represent a totom, mystified I told em,
I'n growin, I'm knowin what we need to learn,
We need to earn.
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