hands been strokin' that clock..

tick..
..tock
but time don't seem to be progressin'..
that door aint got no lock..
so you can

kick..
..rocks
I ain't in the mood to hear your professin'..
I'm
just
guessin'..
that today you just stressin'..
I know
our issues need addressin'..
but
I'd rather be
caressin'..
and messin'..

.around.

kill all of the hostility, and bury it six feet
underground..
and..
exchange kisses that are profound..
and contacts that leave undies
drowned..
and let loves sound..

.surround.

this combination

called..
..us
and go back to that thing we used to know

called..
..trust
and forget about all the times we fussed..
we cussed..
we must..
pull out the oldie but goodie CD,
and
blow off the dust..
put it on shuffle
and let the grooves just..

.flow.

and, let the pettiness go..
like the wind, let it blow..
and stick to what

we..
..know
and give to each other what

we..
..owe
and, stop letting pride shove us low..
return to letting bliss glow..
if we can overcome the fighting,
then,
that proves we can grow..


just flowin on this one...