His voice is like a constant moan

Even through text

I can hear his words like we’re on the phone

Emotions switch instantly

From the pits of disappointment

To the highest height of love

Perfection never existed between the both of us

Even when we thought we destroyed it

We rebuilt our foundation of trust

From singular to plural

His eyes went to we’s

The we’s I speak of

Use to be Double D’s

But slimmed down to a B.

Size does matter

So crown my man King

Ding A Ling

Ring My Bell

Oh well

I know the world can tell

I’m read deep in this realistic fairytale.

By Orisha Sevyn

Divine Spirit | Mother | BS | MBA HR + PA | Spiritual Leader | Greetings! I am here to speak my truth & resonate w/ those who need a little Moore guidance. ๐Ÿฆ‹โœจ

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