Black and white, the colors, I state only as I see em.
Museums of lost words, merge.
& empty plates of food for thought, blurr.
I thought I saw her, once or twice..
Rocking that walk, that stalks my mind.
Fine if I could describe her with payment due.
I roll a doob to subdue my mood.
Crude attitude with buds of music so loud.
I'd only say it once, if she would listen to how I search for her so...
From my propaganda of let's chill
To my Vans that say keep moving, girl.
I want you to speak cold, warm hearted, marley type fragrance.
& motion towards me...... "I've been waiting for you...."
with a reply of "me.. too...."
sincerely, a Quiet Place.