Beautiful Things
Sometimes I find myself focusing on fabrications
That are designed by the nations
Of what defies the normal creation
A handsome face, drawn on facade invasions
Love at frist sight is a deviation
Love is a full time job, it takes patience
Attraction is the light you see in someone
And the couple goals is in collaboration
Not this strange instragram sensation
Maybe I get a sensation like shivers down my spine
Hoping maybe this is the man supporting me when I can't stand
Will make me feel more valued than the grains of sand
Feel the sound beneath our feet as we walk on beach land
Isee him proposing, a ring on my hand
Wait slow down i am the floater of the crowd
Just drifting without a fake sound following me around
I stand seeing makeout sessions
That might just lead to depression
How one didn't get enough attention
So guilt trips the pretty girl with their connection
A connection that is loosely tied by thrills and fantasies
But if you rewind the legit relationships
You find people willing to wrestle through their dips
They workout life until their hair old and gray
They both love God that is all they pray
Until they see the new day paradise
What a sight that will be a delight
Instead of licing on passion fashion
To walk on with hopes of expansion
An expanse don't know the real deep of love
They wade in the kiddie pool
Just too cool, to remember that you hold another heart
And you joke around, it may fall apart
But as the potter takes broken clay to level 10
Trust and Respect will be the master plan
My love is in the master's hands
So I pray he would take who I am to be a great wife, mother, and discover
That at 17 years old the game was made of boy players
Too busy dribbling and shooting hearts
Not like a man to take it seriously when beautiful things fall apart