she told me to be gentle... that i was holding her heart and should take extra special care of it. i responded using her heart as the canvas by which I would carve my name into.
i told her "your heart's (drum) beat beats just for me."
she tried her best to listen... to stay on beat.... but couldn't fit the words in her heart in her mouth to say them.
i woke up this morning to a beautiful sunrise... the same one that was taken away from me before. she said "i know you're not the same person. I can tell just by the things you're writing."
I want to tell her I was sick - trying to reinvent my shattered self. She never cared.
The funniest part about all of this is, those who don't know me seem to be more clearly clued in to what I'm talking about.
No girl, but world.
I miss how hip hop used to be.
And somedays I even miss my old superficial life where she was the one i came home to everyday
The best advice I can give you, my friend, is to ne
