The Way

i'm over here like "you are so damn fine"

sitting here figuring how will you be mine

envisioning the future, part of it has you

thought about it all, had to think it through

picturing my kiss brushing on your lips

thinking nasty shit, man i gotta get a grip

texts here and there, late night FaceTime calls

if we being honest it's you i want out of all

your smile, your style, you just have this way 

to make me think differently with all that you say

how you close your eyes and vibe to those songs

and speak and perceive forever turns me on

maybe i'm a little far too over my head

only time will tell, "soon come", like you said

incomparable with what i've had in the past

only question i got is "how long will this last?" 

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