Okay, so- you're at a grand point in your life.
You've got wealth, you've got credits.
You declare you've got street rights.
I won't lie.
It's impressive.
Double X's
on their lists & mine.
It's too bad.
It's a sin and such a pity.
Arrogance can be quite tricky.
There's no other way to define.
Okay, now- you've got so many friends.
How do you keep up with them?
Always to be summoned..
It's okay.
No complaints.
Just persuade them
with your one hell of a ride.
It's too bad.
It's a sin and such a pity.
Arrogance can be quite tricky.
There's no other way to define.
You say, you love life at the moment.
It's no joke, you pretty much own it.
You're a top guy.
I won't lie.
You're adorable.
It's incredible.
How you influence my mind.
It's too bad.
It's a sin and such a pity.
Arrogance can be quite tricky.
There's no other way to define.
Your pride.
But still, I just can't seem to fathom.
The question, it seems to beg me.
Is there love to come?
I won't lie.
I'm curious.
You're mysterious
with your unusual ways.
It's too bad.
It's a sin and such a pity.
Arrogance can be quite tricky.
There's no other way to define.
Your pride.
It's inevitable.
So wonderful.
You make me laugh inside.
Vanity is such a killer.
Boy, you make me smile.
No need to get imperious.
You make me laugh inside.
Author notes
If I were a real artist, this would be a part of my "Seven Deadly Sins" album.
Good enough as a lyric?
Comments
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I loved this !! Felt the rhythm!
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My dear, dearest, my love, my sweet love, the love of all my life. It ‘tis these words I share with you for I, my lovely bohemian, the poser of my life, I love you.
“I won't lie.
You're adorable.
It's incredible.
How you influence my mind.”
You make me melt. You dealt with such words and nothing could compare to the way you make me feel.
My True Love. My One and Only Love.
Let it be ugly, let it be fowl, in words beyond what eyes can possibly imagine, let it be beautiful. There was this rhythm my heart beat to; I have yet to read a decent free style writing in such a long time. Raw. I respect your work. I respect you. This is a grand piece of art. I can only go so far in words as to show you what your writing truly means to me. It broke me in so many ways. I rather be in love than fall in love. To love and be love in return only to wake up in the morning so say those sweet words again; over and over and over for the world to know, your world, together. That’s the way I see it, or the way I want to distinguish it.
Babi.
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