my blindness

I stopped two lifetimes before falling into this trap
how could I have even entertained UR thought knowing you weren't even my rap
my own fault for allowing my mind the little space
to caress that little episode of self-inflicted disgrace
i know why i cant find the right clauses and metaphors
to describe or reiterate this little manifestation of yours
i bet all you ever had visions of was this Flow down on all fours
the dirty little fantasies of invading and defiling ma purity behind closed doors
Now I know that the little imagined escapades will remain just images of futile wishes
you can keep your plans and all your kisses
its going to take a real man to get me out of my jewelled shell and give me worldly blisses
No more do I dream of being your girl when I know I can be someone Else's Mrs
cant believe how close I came to letting you pry me out my shell
i know now to listen carefully when time has a tale to tell