Take the yatch off the shore,
Let's dominate the maritime swaps.
Hide them secrets into your cordial spot.
Let em not decipher our evasive craft.
Cross the line and forge the vows.
Let's forget our damn past.
Fuck them hoes fill my void.
Come, let's mend our bleeding hearts.
See my reflection when you look into the mirror.
See where you belong when you look into my eyes.
Turn me from a poet into a painter.
Let me paint your potrait with no dyes.
Listen to me, listen to no meddler.
Trust in me, trust in no lies.
I need your love, ain't damn fiddler.
Let me trip and get trapped in your heart.
©Jay Crown
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