Where’s my sweet little love maker?
I thought that if I wrote about her
Listless pages dedicated
That I could make her.
Took pieces from people and persons
Distant to me as stars Afar
(Believed I was one too)
Trying to create her.
Dreamed motion picture scenes
Fictitious fantasies trying to date her
Plotted her moves like choreography
Calculations of latitude and longitude lines
Trying to animate her
Perfect beauty equates her
The divinity of her mind
Only matched by the height of the meridian prime.
Poured the best drinks in a cup
Bar tended like tending to these rhymes
Tryna blend a margarita named Rita mamacita Serafina
Succubi Sexy Sabrina sublime.
I should’ve been your lover
Should’ve seen you for who you were
Not who I wanted you to be.
Maybe that’s the flaw of every artist
See a thriving evergreen
And want to paint it better.
(I think I wanted you chartreuse.)
Always tryin to make it better
Til the it loses it’s it.
If I could I would teach a clock a new way to tick.
(I actually already did)
What’s your favorite food?
I’m curious your flavor.
I heard curiosity killed the cat
But I’m sure you’re something between a dragon and a phoenix
Can I share the blanket of the night sky with you?
I always thought that if a woman steals cover from her lover
It’s because she needed the warmth
I’ll burn poems of all my old lovers
if you need the warmth
Carry you to the beach in my arms
if you needed the shore
Marry you in stories over and over
If you need the lore
Murder your misery into pleasantry
If you needed the gore
Be your fountain of love
If you needed the pour
Dim the stars to make you shine brighter
And give you freedom to soar