He sat there
Badges shiny
Ribons crispy
His swagger on 1,000
Smiling at my mother as he told her
"She'll never go"
As he lied to her
"She'll never go"
Where is he now?
While my mother sits here
Eyes glassy
Chest heavy
Her heart in 1,000 pieces
Crying with me because she knows
I'll never come back
SOUL MATES
Our eyes met and I knew
That I had seen you so many times before
Perhaps in my dreams, my fantasies
Or even a life before this
I don't ask you who you are
Something within me knows
Something within me knows you are the one
I never believed in love at first sight
But we we were in love long before this
You touch me and I am sent
Into a euphoric abys
Of memories as old as time
Kindred spirits are we
Or life forces destined to forces
Destined to forever be intertwined
INSPIRED
My ebony dream has a musically-inspired style
So his words flow like a melody
Moving my mind, body, and spirit like a harmony
And I groove to his bass line
Nonchalant mentality written in four-four time
Makes me feel as if I'm listening to angels harmonize
As saints sing the reprise
Riding upon the crescendo of his baritone voice
Chills me like the blues
Elates me like jazz
And fills me like soul
With him, I'll samba
Or perhaps dance the lambada
Or just ride to the hip-hop sound he makes when he walks
Or glide to the R&B he creates when he talks
Rag-time rhythm gives me happy feet
Allowing my heart to compose a classical piece
Comprised of the rhythms formulated upon the down beat
He is my ebony dream
And my ebony dream musically inspires my style
