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.
