{Quoia}
My thoughts are cloudy
Feeling drowsy.
Thinking how my soul flows through air.
I could've said no although it's not fair.
You would've said we could've lasted.
Then I'll say should've, could've, would've.
The main thing I think about is time.
Seeing the clock in my mind.
I'm a little nugget of gold.
Put me in a bucket and tell me I have an old soul.
Maybe I'll return the favor and say you're not to bad yourself.
But you'll end up putting me back on the shelf.
You always told me I was different
Maybe that caused our difference.
Caused us to find new lovers.
Not me but you to find a new lover
Cause "she'll love me like no other".
Yea anyways.
You go your ways
And I'll go mine.
I'll see you in due time.
May you have have a blessed life.
And a good wife.
But I won't be me.
Cause I don't settle for cheap.
A love poem of lust
Will be my must.
Your smile will be worth the mile.
The mile I walk to get your attention.
I asked so many people if we would be cute, like it was a petition.
How our souls connect without you knowing it.
Hoping I can shoot my shot without blowing it.
He said you have no type.
You just like what you like.
No real girlfriend.
But I would be the one to help you mend.
It's funny how I like niggas who's daddy had died
Or father has lied and said they'll be back later
But being back later will be never.
It's funny how I think they'll be a man
Their mother give them a hand
And teach them how to love a girl.
The environment where they put down the opposite sex is called the world.
So say will you love me
And not come for my money?
Please don't waste my time
Cause Then you'll be stuck in my mind
Now niggas are lying
Or sometimes they'll be dying
Dying under a police gun
White people love to watch that for fun
But now let's not get off topic
And be useless as a toothpick
Take a look at how the ocean flows.
Maybe one day I'll go.
Go all the way out to the deepest part.
And drown.
Cause the loved I wanted and needed wasn't found.
Maybe later I'll find the treasure
But if you were there we could've done it together.
We could've been the flowers high in the air
But you are no where near fair.
You say bring the darkness to light
Me thinking of killing you, I just might.
The things that killed me were your words
No where near as pretty as the birds
