subconcious love

when you talk... i listen like you're evening news admiring how you birth your inner views eye follow like a shadow when you walk you trespass my mind... as if you were an award winning poem...yearning to be manifested, should i pretend to be blind an' that lovin'you is sinning if that is the is,let me be arrested lock me in a wetdream hide the key,an' let me scream