Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I keep

I keep this sweet life simple
From feet up to my dimples
From birth to defined wrinkles
Sunrise to star light twinkles
Speak truth and call it lingo
Kiss slow and fog up windows
Lips closed when calm and blissful
To make it all official

I keep my deep thoughts scattered
I don't think cheap talk matters
I love how seesaw patterns
Form over these small chapters
You all want greener pastures
Admit that greed's a factor
I just want peace and laughter
And a few beats to master

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