Outlook

Promises broken were once promises made. A speech act to live up to, commitment, a state of falling in love with woman that I don’t know what I see in them, losing myself in the act , falling victim to circumstance.

They was something about her face, how she kept me on a chase, well we’re aren’t calling this a race, competent but yet reluctant to all her ways , kept a steady pace on how she kept me on a chase, who are you & who am I to judge .

A birthday wish only to find you’re not in the right space, gazing & looking back at us, partially the man you made me, heart losing warmth, love rain down on me, revive me, reunite me.

I stood firm with the hopes that my wings grow, velvet skin coated in that dark cognac colour, my dark moñana, I should let you know what this really means , for I have been waiting for a girl like you all my life, could it be you calling me down, calm down only to find me in absence, went with time, missing in the act of infatuation for intuition holds the answer as to why.

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