A Neo-Soul's Confession
© Mecca Donna (md)
These words become liasons
For fear stricken emotions
You know
Those feelings for whatever reason
Remain unsung
Unspoken
Silent soul-liloquies
Propelled into fruition on heartbeats
Coersion for silence to speak
BUT
You neva do or...
"It" neva does
And we sit waiting for the other to fall first
But...I'm only visited by tear drops to
Quinch
The
Thirst
Meanwhile in between late night confessions
Spiritually I beckon
That you'll see me through
'Cuz as of now I'm smitten
Intoxicated by familiar voodoo
And when I get the nerve to ask apart of you
I lose a part of me
So
Now's the time i dance to your rhythm
Some kinda jazzed up meloncholy
Some kinda jazzed up meloncholy
Some kinda jazzed up
You
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