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something beautiful


To the shirtless man who fell asleep holding my girl Ever since I fell for her I've dreamt of waking up to something beautiful Something more glorious than a sunrise and more memorable than a sunset Because its not something beautiful its someone beautiful so seeing you get to live my fantasy was as if some imaginary trigger had been pulled I felt the impact on my heart , the compression of my chest , the clenching of my fist , the gritting of my teeth , the churning of my stomach ... I was drowning Cuz seeing your arm wrapped around her was as sickening as watching a venomous serpent entrench her body daring me to try and approach But seeing her lay there with no remorse was as scarring as watching a mother sign her kid over to the state But how can I blame you , you're just a man Even I was pulled in by her gravity , held slave to her glittering gaze I know the smell of her perfume and the streaks of her hair I was paralyzed by her touch as if her hands were the controls to red light green light I found my hands tracing every outline that made her up so I can't blame you Because she is as desirable as that forbidden fruit And you ARE JUST A MORTAL MAN But I thank you for living my fantasy Because of seeing that I am vindicated in my reality Because while she was laying with you , I realized im as replaceable as this years iPhone .... That when waking up to something beautiful you better let them know or they'll be waking up to someone else
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