My heads full of I wonder I wonder if if I
do it if I don't and there's my baby smiling at me and I know I can and I
wonder if I wonder if we could fly and be and live and sing he knows me mine my
heart can rest and I can breathe and his warmth oh his warmth is just so you
know so ahhhh and there he is smiling at me and I just know and he knows and I
don't know but that I'm sure he embraces me so tenderly like no one ever did
and his nostalgic hugs bring me back to when I knew I was loved and protected
you win some and lose some and I don't want to lose this game this man this
friend this lover this this this or that or what I lost one love I can't lose
the other who says sex can't be artistic I think it can it's just as fulfilling
when he kisses me in the middle of the night and I feel like I know everything's
gonna be alright but is it I wonder can't help to wonder everything has to be
alright because my mother said it would be but she's just a human being after
all isn't she so how does she know what gives mothers special powers to know
that everything's gonna be alright it's funny cause I don't see other people's
moms as moms, just my own but somehow my baby makes it feel like it will be
alright although he doesn't know himself I wonder if I wonder if I have it in
me to not fuck it up.
quinta-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2015
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