The Real Her

I want to be with her, even if I’m in custody, apprehended 

Music to my ears when she speaks a sentence 

Maybe I am demented (?!)

Would she love me still?

If murder she wrote, I’m the paper she killed 

I am real, I am for real 

When I say my heart you cannot steal because it’s been giving, my own volition 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s