- Jan 12, 2006
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THE PASSAGE
I asked GOD for my equal.
He gave me a sequel to my soul.
A road where secrets travel underground to remain untold.
He takes me as I am.
Emotionally bound in a river of honey.
He swims sticky without oxygen,
Unknown to his destination.
He will not hold his head above to breathe
Mind so full of love, passion and hate.
I will give him the path to follow our fate
He’s not my *****
I’m not his bi*ch
For we are longing on a wish
After-bath kisses
Late night conversations
Unrehearsed passions printed in history
I drank his sweat after conflict
He inhaled my sensuality after our tears met
I seasoned my life with his ambition
He wrestled the inner me
I gave him devotion like a movie scene
For all to see
We play old jazz tunes while riding the moon
Wearing fur in June
Snowflakes in autumn erase colors
spring showers play our blues
We’re an infinite light in a empty room
Treasured in ours
Our history can no longer keep us prisoners to anger
Frowning on perfection
These walls now reveal the mysteries of pleasures to the love seekers
Sound stops to admire us
The ground disappears
Our bodies suspended in time
Lost in chemistry
No slick ***** or bi*ch with a figure could ever listen in on our vibe
Rewrite our melody
Our connection of the moon and the stars
Dark clouds of rain
Love riding the pains of yesterday
Running the race of ambiguity
Living our infinity
To be as one
***** the world when were standing in quicksand
Drowning on the same level
Surviving on the gains of experience
Souls buried in a coffin marked x
Hand prints left in a cloud of why
I asked GOD for my equal.
He gave me a sequel to my soul.
A road where secrets travel underground to remain untold.
He takes me as I am.
Emotionally bound in a river of honey.
He swims sticky without oxygen,
Unknown to his destination.
He will not hold his head above to breathe
Mind so full of love, passion and hate.
I will give him the path to follow our fate
He’s not my *****
I’m not his bi*ch
For we are longing on a wish
After-bath kisses
Late night conversations
Unrehearsed passions printed in history
I drank his sweat after conflict
He inhaled my sensuality after our tears met
I seasoned my life with his ambition
He wrestled the inner me
I gave him devotion like a movie scene
For all to see
We play old jazz tunes while riding the moon
Wearing fur in June
Snowflakes in autumn erase colors
spring showers play our blues
We’re an infinite light in a empty room
Treasured in ours
Our history can no longer keep us prisoners to anger
Frowning on perfection
These walls now reveal the mysteries of pleasures to the love seekers
Sound stops to admire us
The ground disappears
Our bodies suspended in time
Lost in chemistry
No slick ***** or bi*ch with a figure could ever listen in on our vibe
Rewrite our melody
Our connection of the moon and the stars
Dark clouds of rain
Love riding the pains of yesterday
Running the race of ambiguity
Living our infinity
To be as one
***** the world when were standing in quicksand
Drowning on the same level
Surviving on the gains of experience
Souls buried in a coffin marked x
Hand prints left in a cloud of why