Here again,
You again,
That again,
How did i found myself in that shit again?
The deep hole i keep on falling in
The abuse i insist in staying in
The you, the when, the if, my struggle, your ease,
Can i get a witness please?
The hand being soft, being rough
Being dark, being light
The hand ends up pressing, shoking, scratching, beating,
But even worst, it ends up leaving.
Here again,
You always,
Me never,
That often,
I can see love only at its dawn,
At noon, it’s already something shaddy,
In the afternoon, it’s nothing but a cold body,
By night, i’m decomposing in that shit again,
Can i get some help please?
Could it be me forever,
Us sometimes,
The ability to read under your lines.
The power for my hand to be the one to decide…
Here never,
That lover,
Will be,
Should be,
The one who makes me divine.
