joys and hurts

in just a memory
slips away
i could and maybe rhyme and ignore the fact that i cant write
i could perhaps sketch and maybe my thousand words would heal me
i should cry but i cant let u keep slipping deep
i want to scream, but only if i know for sure that you might be listening

in just a memory
i forget
that yours was sprinkled with that lil bit extra
and as in a dream, many parts are at a miss
many faces not clear
i could thirst you from now until tomorrow, but i'd rather get parched
your desert was the driest, the roughest, the dustiest, most numbing with its most beautiful oasis

i could love you forever but i've loved you enough
i will not let this show
that i settled, that i feel in love with a draft of a soft poem, incomplete piece of art
a sketch of a masterpiece ready to bury the Mona Lisa
i should have waited for the paint to dry, but i broke it, i own it now
and now your shoe print stays in this wet cement

the perfect harmony, the matching bass
i shouldnt have tried to freestyle for the 1st time over a an exquist beat
i lost my lyrics in 'la la' land looking for gloss i had no idea about till i saw the change n receipt in my hand
all i ever did was exhale, knowing if i say 'those words' close enough to yr trembling body, the heat from my throat would bounce back to me, hoping n wishing that that means they stayed with me

warm, dark shell of chocolate laced with that sprinkly sour sugar, meant for deceit of an explosion of flavour so captivating
you had me inspired, but neither your fears, question and our lust were loans
i run my hands thru yr dreads, curl them up exactly in the pattern the sheets are crumpled up just to convince you of an attempt in muffling the moans.