A Neo-Soul's Confession

Nov 19, 2002 - © 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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