Imagination was his way of figuring out a structure Every inch was managed under a mindful constructer
He put his preferences carefully into place Utilized experience to keep her secrets safe Opened the plans to give some floor space Creating a safe haven to privately see her face
Now that the specs were done and sufficiently handled Personal touch lit in every quarter, a bright candle Confused as to what she'd want to put in her room Or around the house, his theories showed what to assume Humming to himself, he...
Talented speech sounds in the work that you do Control so fine your pieces speak to multiple boos Start a fight with two because the third started one So when you write, they flock all thinking they're the one
Talented are you and always seemingly in pain Affliction riles the stallions with you holding the reigns Even your lies have lies to help hold them down
In the stillness of time written in countless minds We're reminded of patterns woven through repetitious rhyme Singing uncherished dialects that perished long ago My soul will never grow to mature past a simple sew
No matter where we go, a part of us always stays the same An innocence untouched to taunt the tides with growing flame I do not dare condemn unless the water becomes still Once everyone's done splashing as I sit near the chill
I lash myself for looking on to stir the surface with breath Falling back in time where Im condemned...
Running through marshes, cypress growing into towns Water to our waist, guns drawn to hunt the gators down Diving through the air, screaming as we neared the ground Running every day, listening to our footsteps all around
B, Philly, Midnight, and Walter, always a four pair I was the only sister as the brothers filled the air
Following, always proving I was just as fuckin good The only sister of three, doing everything that I could Matching their steps in growing house as well as later in life Now dwindled...