As the light ebbs through the twilight sky
a ray of my last hope shone through my eye,
these lines of notes confuses
disorganizes my thought
my ears ringing as music decibels run through my very soul.
Yet another concept of concepts run through.
why then when i see you
i am nothing but putty.
Those lips that quitely see me through.
Those eyes bat every single time as you caress me with it.
How i love the way you touch me at my waist
and endlessly whispers,
“Please take out the trash, baby.”
aaaah, sweet sweet voice.