Listen up,
this is the real deal /
and I can’t conceal the real feels that reveal this surreal /
acceleration of situational deviation of late nights till /
sunset talk until the sunrise fills this entire sky’s morning chill. /
I feel, here, in your presence, lone despairs disappear. /
And though I always say time can only tell, I know I quickly fell /
in this position to make time rather than to wait for fate /
because this is too great, this circumstance that dictates my heart rate. /
And, here I am, listening to the slow beats of jams of heavy weights /
looking for a two way interstate to translate our story on a clean slate,/
so, let us create sparks of figure eight marks that symbolize infinity, /
and I mean infinitely speakin’, you gotta see /
that I’m seriously lookin’ to transform the option of we, /
into somethin’ more like a definite guarantee. //
