Dope Love from Quality over Quantity
Poetically…
Let me write you down in my own language…
Aesthetically…
You can read me, just don’t skip through pages…
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Let me tell you my love story…
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I’ll start with the happily ever after…
Rewind to the climax, I know this may seem backwards…
Then move on to the first scene…
Promise I’m not an actor…
Funny how things that once hurt the most, bring the truest laughter…
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The highlight for me, was meeting you…
The plot was always seeing you…
The goal for me was keeping you…
The irony was me needing you…
The connotative language of this narrative insinuates that I don’t quite have an ending yet…
Probably because there’s tons of options, and
I don’t know what will be because God’s not done mending yet…
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Probably because there’s tons of options, and I don’t know will be because God’s not done mending yet…
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Can you sing for me?
Not out loud, but in your imagination…
That way I’ll know you think of me…
Something like, “A house is not a home”, or “Cater to you”…
And I’ll sing back…
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But shorty Imma mix that Tiller with some Thriller...
And maybe you can mix that crown with some vanilla…
I’m still just tryna meet you like “The Millers”…
Based on a true story makes this love thing so much realer…
I had been…
Half sleeping, and barely eating…
People pleasing, while they were feasting…
Goal seeking, yet barely reading…
Wide eyed, but still not seeing…
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But I changed…
I’m better…
So shorty go on and love me before my feet get cold…
And please re-read this story before the beat gets old…
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