Black Poetry : Butta Luv

[alter]

tight!

u make every word mean something, rich. n the story is 1 everybody can relate 2. i likes that. tizight!

 

[$$RICH$$]

daya........ really was it u
da mood was right
it was night
all fly yet was shy !
indeed butta luv was she
how can it be !
come back butta come back............

 

[$$RICH$$]

Alter ......word up !
butta luv was real
and gave off a feel
she was da deal
just don't know who she be
so many claim to be butta luv
if only i saw her face
i could trace her in my vision

Thankz y'all now help me fine her.....

 

[daya]

Now see I've told you it was me, you should already know by my tone,
I'm like Cinderella, Only you can see the beauty in me.
so don't pass me buy for we only have tonight.
you better find me qwik befor I up and split....
I'll give you a clue. you've named me Butta Luv but my real name is the oppisit of night.. if you wan't me that bad then you will see me again if not I'm sorry for being just a friend....

 

[$$RICH$$]

daya be of thee
butta luv ummmmmm! i see
i've looked high
searched low
now i know
way to go
da beauty of maze
is my crave
dis vision in a heatwave
once i dance in mental thoughts
my heart will know
up in flyte away we go
never shall i let her go
butta luv