RE-GIFT.

Having a
emotional
aneurysm
as you have your
love
exorcism
my head
imprisoned
while my heart accepts this
fool's
mission.
I have
clear
vision...
So have
no
suspicion
that
I'm
wishing
for a different view of you.
I'm
not
missing
the real you...
Don't have
love
tinted
goggles, or view you through
crystal
like prisms
Just listen!
*Wanna be your guy*
With
your
permission...
I'm pitching
all slow balls,
no
curves
as I've conquered the
old
urge
to detach
and
swerve.
Some
nerve?
Yeah
cocky!
don't even
stop
me.
Just chill
rock
with
my
gab
gift,
words
are
swift
let their
meaning
stick
drift....
in and out of consciousness
so high
on
this
mental......
spliff.......
Open nostrils catch
a
whiff
take
that
sniff
internalize
and
re-gift...