I just noticed I kissed the woman of my dreams...
Her lips are my addiction...

LIFE
Too much partying...

Too many yesterdays
Tomorrow is never promised...

Still feelinq the texture of her lipgloss
As I awaken as she sleeps...

If love wasn't a word
How would we simply describe it...

Delicate as a flower
Sweet than some cinnamons...

I wonder if we'll feel , like we use to..?
Cause you don't do the same things, like you use...

When love dont feel the same..
The obvious becomes strange...

Yea.......I spent a couple of hundred
Just to show it off...

I have 2 eyes...
And only fiend sight of you...