Sweet and Simple


Our skin smelled like ..Black soap in the sun
Marinated with Shea butter oils and gin.
He was Cali, While I was southern
Said he looked for qualities like his mother
And I could never be basic.
He wore designer, while I
Was herbal
But in turn we balance each other out
Flexin' & finessin'
His behavior was reckless
but I not one for the bullshit
taming his ego, slightly.
His freckles, constellations
Reflecting all the "Fly honeys"
He had been with.. Like one, two, three... Too many to count
It seemed to be a dream to me..
Flexin' & finessin'
But ugly truths wreck all blessings,Time after time
Love and lust ringing my neck!
Getting lost in the sauce, Gucci mane warned
And now I'm in this place, where all romanticist lay
Writing down the wrongs
Of situationships
Singing a sober song, about those moments meant to be
left unimpressionable

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