She had the eyes of foreign living with a sun blessed mardi gras. I'd re arrange stars, to shine eternally without pars. No human equal, a heavenly sequel memorise people control the world when I freak her. The world’s evil but with her it's got a chance heart of gold like Dr Midas did her transplant. With curves to set the ocean ablaze. An ora that could make a blind man see the light and start to gaze. I bet if I took a tear from your eye and multiplied I'd get an ocean of compassion that would never run dry. Sky’s the limit for her I'd take the sun and dim it. She’d diminished my fears straight up there ain't new gimmicks. No games played no bullshit parade. No feeling of juggling pin less hand grenades, she may blow at any time. No more lying awake wondering where she is; man these dreams are so vivid.


She’d have the stature to capture my soul body and mind, press rewind on her life then press play next to mine. It’s hard to read the signs but I studied calligraphy design so I am going to figure out the letters in time. Play her like life, she can play me like the Grim Reaper. I know she ain't un-pullable like wet reefers. I cater to her ego blow her fantasy sky high, till it suffers from vertigo no lie. Try to resist is like walking tightrope in greasy shoes, plus I hold the rope so she’ll will fall when i choose. She’d loose nothing but her inhibitions, maybe her sense of gravity because every 500 positions she’d be dizzy. Maybe a couple of pounds in ain't saying she need it but every time we swing the fantasy she loosing calories. She’d flat line my sanity. She’s always in my dreams one day she’ll be reality.

When the dark sky’s crumble and the humble start to rise, the will search for a leader and you will be in their eyes. You be the queen of queens the heron in my dreams in the silver cloud lining you’re the gold stitched seems. You make me realise freedom like being released from a cell I find I wish you were not just in my mind. Since I wrote this rhyme you have appeared a self-fulfilling prophesy, I prophesied now you here with me. From Ayamonte beach black pumas in the sea, a vision of forever like I just framed eternity. The eyes of foreign living, the sun bleesed mardi gras, the re arranging of stars the golden hearts the ocean of compassion the eternal fears, no longer around because you are here.