Slow Song Beat

So many things left to say,

everyday for what ever is said is not enough to what is worth,

two left feet is just good enough,

for they are well known to have smart rolling pores,

my faith, my sake, i forsake in everything i believe

that nothing is at ease but still remain in peace,
your soothing words take me for a spin,
loving from the least understand i am not pleased,
letters are later on the road of despair,
is walking without shoes in one long path full of broken glass,
my heart decease every evening when the sun goes down,
at the slow song beat, i burn in heat,
as my body scream for him,
 searches for someone to plead,
his magical words touches me every night,
with a soft voice that tickle my spine,
truce for truth my heart define,
his ways is easy,
very content and i don't minded,
last laugh is contagious,
 like some sort of virus that is spread instaly
as we discuss serious issues of the daily world that is fucked up
and we make a laugh about it,
his kindness is madness,
lost phrase flows in the space
and for argument sake is a sad trace,
i taste a daily doze that is fulfilling,
his charisma is envy by many,
straight thru he goes,
careless speech that is bother some,
no shame in his game,
for he knows how to play it safe,
and here i lay
hoping that one day,
he will be here to caress my face....