waiting for the clock to move
in a hot pursuit
to see you not want
me
Im ready for the fall
like a crooked cop
waiting to be locked up
trying to find something
to put you in cuffs
but you stare at me pure
i always question
if you are sure
you never asked from me
i stand guilty
of wishing you were filthy
not wanting you to see through me
because if you knew me
i wonder if you
would be through
with me
stone in my chest
even though im blessed
i need the beats
to know im complete
worthy of
your inquiries, your
smiles and
musings
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