Wasting Time
I have to admit
I still dream about you
It's something you've got
That has me consumed
I try to squeeze in
You leave me no room
I try to move on
But I still feel the
Boom
It's the way her body moved
with that perfect sequenced flow
I want to believe she's still there
But I really don't know
It's the way her body flows
With a scent that's left to kill
This woman burns like fire
And I'm looking for a thrill
I wanted you to know
Us for who we are
Baby don't you know
I'm a fucking superstar
I'll put a fiesta in the mic
It will surely take me far
I need to go somewhere
But I don't even have a car
But
It's the way her eyes melt
Me from inside out
I still want a chance
But I'm left with too much doubt
It's the way she speaks to me
Like she never told a lie
She's just like Mary Jane
And I want to get high
Cry just cry
Not afraid of this moment
I'm not afraid to die
Don't ask me why
I'll proceed to sigh
It's all so easy
Why walk when I can fly
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poem by ryan Cravatta
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