You Feel Me
shoot me shoot me shoot me
I’m made of steel you’re bullets can’t go through me
stab me stab me stab me
your spineless knife can’t cut past me
the words above and the ones below
sick with history of my fallen foes
tells a lesson from which well grow
but it won’t help if we don’t know
love me love me love me
bruised from niggas who put themselves above me
feel me feel me feel me
id give anything to feel the real thing, see
loveless letters written by the empty pleading hands of a lost soul who should have knew better
but if you let her in
the tears dry theres blue skies and butterflies
better days and soulful nights
it doesn’t hurt if you do it right
what will it take for you to spend the night
and the rest of my life
with you by my side
take this empty pleading hand
and hold it tight
the love between our bond overflows and pours by our feet and we can feel it in our toes
its absorbed by our mother earth and it rains tears of joy the suns sees our love and begins to glow
we have fallen my love and our descent is slow
as we enjoy every empty pleading hands grabbing flesh of foreign regions hungrily, passionately deservingly
slowly dripping slowly drip drip
each drop of my love pours into you as you return every pleading hand reading the lines of my body transcribed into a yearning affection written only in your language
i love it when you speak to me
Copyright © Erykah Smythe | Year Posted 2015
|