TROUBLE

He says



he likes my moods,


like others have done before.


My heart yearns for it too,


I wont be picked apart.






Saw his face in a crowded room,


Drunks and skunks all around.


I saw him,


his eyes shined to mine,


he saw my light...


I tell ya burning bright,






He says he like my moves,


thinks I so smooth,


he is too.


Trouble, trouble,


found me a double.






Dares me to show him,


Truth, Faith,


Art, Time.






He listens,


gives me hope,


sees me for what I am,


no longer lost and lonly.


I'm found again,


he rizes my spirit.


I leave the pain behind,






He says, he likes my,


attitude says,


I'm badass,


makes me want to think fast.


He like my mood.






If I could I would,


eat him with a spoon,


I was dancing in a croud,


he made me feel like,


we were in an empty room.
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