Wrapped inside of your love, or your care, whatever it is that lies in between your legs.
You, that's the only thing I notice.
If only you were that simple, but you're far from it.
On the surface you look like any other person, but deep down you're dark like me.
You have your own beliefs and state of mind and you like to try and put me on.
You care and then you don't and it's the perfect harmony.
I try seeing past today and into tomorrow when I'll finally feel your embrace.
Maybe I'm not demanding enough, perhaps I say no way too often.
You just don't realize how down I am until I fall to my knees.
You said you love me as we lost ourselves in "Rich Sex".
I don't blame you, because sometimes the pussy is just that good.
I won't say sorry for the vulgarity of my words, because all you ever said mattered was that I was as real as the birds in the sky and the time that flies by when we're together.
The only one as of lately that I can see myself with.
The only one that gives me hope that maybe I can do this shit.
To know you really is to love you.
At least that's what I once heard.
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