2Square

I need your body.. this poet has no structure... is the picture in the frame?.. i want to touch your fame...pointing the fingers playing the “blame game”.. shit im just playing the “game”.. and the game’s the game.. yea thats life.. these words are sharp... thats the knife..no sense in holding back.. i’m back here... that holding place between here and there.. the walls are tight... there’s no action... there’s no attraction.. in the city there’s no attraction. follow? in the city  the streets hold no mystery.. in the streets they hold history.. absence makes the heart fonder? absence makes the heart wonder... living so far away makes you wonder?... look at how the eyes begin to wander...when i speak you don’t hear me.. not because your nowhere near me..  busy switching locations.. “chatting between vacations”.. and all’’s sandy on the beach.. my girls across the horizon... just out of reach.. no verizon .. no cell.. i write... but you don’t tell... i write .... and write... this is my yell.. it’s not like we made any promises... say I’d come back I couldn’t promise.. damn me...damn this idol worship... the princess that never sleeps... in a city that never sleeps.. but who’s sleeping on who? are sleeping around on me or am i sleeping around on you? damn it takes 2.. to tango.. you know i hit the fucking bottom from every angle.. and thats deep... these words fall in in a heap.. this stack is getting steep.. do you care to climb?.. i find the ground you walk on sublime... tell me i didn’t go around the "wrong way"...the ticket said one way...it must be hot in here.. still you haven’t rose...the picture of you i froze... and the door i just can’t close..when it comes to love affairs beautiful i think we are pro’s.. so what’s the con?... late nights dusk till dawn..  your blood on my lips.... in front of the flames she tips... girl your not even caught up on your letters.. not even aware of your rise... i got fan mail that said whenever she Reads my fucking letters to you she cries.. hearing something feels nice... you can’t stay high on a dream.. with no fuel any vehicle runs out of steam.. im in “Marvin’s room”... not “Martin’s” room.. but still “i have a dream”. so i prepare for the show and paint while daydreaming out the window.. inhaling your memory in deep like this endo...life’s up in smoke...thinking on you i choke.. thinking on you and the record is broke.. (JV)