Longing.

Girl, I apologize in advanced for trying to get intimate.
But for just a minute of your life, I want to make that difference.
Dude dropped you faster than a heartbeat.
But I was quick to pick you up, and keep you here forever.
To your heart I proceeded with caution from the start.
But the only thing it seems I was promised was a broken heart.
Just look pass the past and I assure you the futures much better.
This present I give you is what I would treasure whenever we spend moments together.
I’m vulnerable girl; I’m not scared to admit it.
And truth be told, I was never the type to be the player and try to get in it.
It’s the time I’ve put into our relationship in which I invested.
The way I keep coming back for more was how I was tested.
Running back to friends and family for advice.
They say, you have to be different, you can’t always be nice.
Apparently I shoot for the stars, meaning I go for these really out of the way ladies.
But she’s almost so perfect, I keep hoping to myself, just maybe.
My best friend constantly asks, How do you find them?
I can only respond by explaining that she’s my princess, my Maria, Maria. Hell She’s my Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
Not only is her personality great, but her freakin’ features amaze me.
She smells like heaven, she looks like an angel
She moves like the wind, she’s the truth in my fable.
She’s all for her own, I’m all for her pride.
I pray for that chance, and wish to know what’s on her mind.
I love it when we talk. And I hate it when she leaves.
But when she leaves, I love to watch her walk.
Her swagger is in tact.
Her steez is unmatched.
When dudes try to violate, they see me next to her and start to fall back.
Our conversations stretch from minutes to hours.
You can tell I fell hard with the way that I cower.
Her eyes tell a story
Her lips portray beauty.
Her body is an art.
And Her smile always moves me.
And they say love is blind, but that can’t be true.
Because the love I view is seen everytime I look at you.
If I kept on going I’d definitley be out of line.
Because the fact remains that you still ain’t mine.