The world of you is what I think
Even through your pile of shht
You still never stink
Fountain of shallow tales
His sails will never sink
We’ve blocked the paparazzi
Past of Digital Lovers
To me,
The Carbon Copy
Our trance tells our story
No need for words
But I can feel his worry
So to his savior I immediately hurry
Superwoman with no cape
Thief of love replay the tape
Left handed lover
Wrote out of shape
& For all of those that can’t relate
This is a story of self love
So it may not resonate.
Moore Consciousness, Confidence, and Clarity For The Collective. 