Like a woman
who wants something sweet in her life
Her mask came off and there was the girl
Thinking my purpose was make believe
Kind of girl who wants blue eyes on her
like blue skies in a summer above
Probably thinks the verse I write
for her is only words
Type of girl who like to see the proof
before she can believe
I´ll try to move her with my words
My mind hovers on that
Germinated seeds of adoring appear
It´s not make believe the smooth fondness I wear(for her)
The kind of girl who can see the rhyme is just the surface
Has seen the truth right here in my very verses
flowing day in day out steadily and neat
She´s like the kind of woman who wants something sweet.
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