Seven Streeter queen shit
I’m admitting its admissible in the court of our love
Taking turns was purposeful fore play
Bands never made her dance
My heart was the perfect chance
Calming every insecurity
I prayed often and urgent for this
Waiting at every engagement party
Dancing in a wish at wedding receptions
Missing the bouquet
Distant amongst impartiality
There wasn’t a day wisdom didn’t send its whisper
Taunting me with promise
Cramming my self studies
Understanding my love battles
Crushing single conceptions
Unimpressed with their advances
Toying with excitement
Jumping and startled with every phone ring
Crooning love songs
Planning proposals to Ella Mai’s “naked”
Before you I shall bare it all
Unapologetic about my showings
Accepting the compliments of glowing
Carving out caring places for escape
The seasons tossed away cremations of the old me
The only vibe I’m trying to indulge in
With you I’m always coming
This time I’m not going.
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