Imagination
I was listening to my inspirer, tell me who she was.
she is what I am, and does what I does.
It took alot of courage to tell us what she did,
but now shes got it out, and thats all there really is.
Her subtleness is my plite;
her figure; my guide to greatness,
the way she roles her thighs
I just hate this.
Stop girl; you know all i need is just one little kiss,
on the lips while staring at the sands of time
wondering where i would be if you were mine.
While you play these games with me you dont think I can see
all that we really can be
Maybe I cant; are you just a figment of my imagination
Just some bitch I made up so i don't have to Face this.
Damn
I think you are.