Ring Ring, Knock Knock, let me in, wake your ass up,
Who that trying to creep into my ears, I am sleeping, back to sleep, pillow face plunge,
It’s me, I need you to do me a favor, lend me five dollars, some brown sugar, be my damn taxi,
What? You crazy, good-bye, die, leave me alone rude ass lame, I screamed…GOSH!
Flying through the air someone has decided to set me loose,
No strings to pin me down the hot air has got me moved,
To chase all my dreams and fight away all of my struggles,
My life is a bandit, my pain in past, I came in full blast over the ruble.
English: Saudi comedian Fahad Albutairi preforming a stand-up comedy. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Fabricating lies these lames try to make them stick,
I run them from their ways, their dishonesty makes me sick,
When licking their wounds, all they think is to attack,
But I ain’t afraid of these lames, I got this I got my own back,
My head is strong on my shoulder and heavy with this weight,
Of thoughts I have created, made me stronger and keep me being sane,
For fame I don’t have to put you down to be on top,
I climb the mountain with my bare hands to win the race, and there is no runner ups,
I am thankful for the truth and it set my mind free,
People just hunting in the deadly forest in shadows trying to get some green,
They mean by nature, deceptive little fools,
I drown with my honestly so I beating them with the truth,
Cut back on your lying ways, be honest for a change,
Your fabricated information is going to make me go wild on you, problematically insane,
Without lubrication you are so ashy and so trashy, I can’t believe a word you say,
Out in the deep in the dark mist crying by yourself I will let you lay. NO LIE.
I can strap you down, I will never let you go,
Cheers to us, you are my Juliet, I am your Romeo,
I got handcuffs and blindfolds, but don’t be scared,
Let’s get into some freaky things, even things a little bit weird.
I want a love so creative, that everyday feels like the best day
I want a love so spontaneous, that every time something happens I am surprised
I want a love so creative, just a minor tweak to yesterday’s love makes me smile
I want a love so spontaneous, that I go crazy not knowing where it will take me next
I want a love so creative, it mix and blends my favorite colors in one, utopia
I want a love so spontaneous, that it confuses and amaze my friends
I want a love so creative, even the most romantic wished they had tried it
I want a love so spontaneous, that even the best detective couldn’t figure out it’s happening
I just want a creative and spontaneous love that is YOU.
Fin
A Creative and Spontaneous Love by: Jixi Fox
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Sometimes I feel I am a mystery to myself. There are so many things left to uncover and explore about me, even though sometimes I think I have found them all, but I am just a mystery. The things I uncover excites me about myself and I push harder and harder to see what more I can shell out of closed hard-core of potentials I have. I have quite a feast of challenges and goals to accomplish and some I will soon come to figure out I actually want. I still get comments from friends and associates, that there is just something about me they can put their finger on and actually stick around to see what might be found. I guess I am not the only one that wants to see where I will go.