your homie, lover, friend .

somethin like a dream..
yet im in between reality .
at times i feel your presence..
but your not even there .
in the air..
i sense you, yes..
that sweet convenient fragrance..
you used to wear -
your hair, flowing..
through my fingers..
but you slip, i loose grip -
with reality, when im with you..
its a dream .
only described as this, because
the bliss we share cannot compare
to any other day i have shared, with another .
may i cover - you, with my love -
my love, hear me, when i confess it -
do not undress, it, take it for granted,
play, with, it, like a toy -
MY heart, is not sum void..
to be filled with games & nonsense .
when i step to you, give respect, to you..
i do not, and will not, regret, to you -
my love .
please & thank you .
sincerely, i rank you -
my best .
nahh, keep the trophy .
you've skillfully opened my chest..
you know me .
you've touched my heart .
consoled me - in my times of need..
hold me, cause at times i bleed -
pains i cannot contain.....
strain, and boldy drip from my vain -
to this page, always..
your homie, lover, friend .