love ain't
the blossom
that got the pollen
stuck to the bee
its the roots of the tree
connecting the soul
to the mind
that you find
with grind
co inside
with feelings that u never felt before
hardcore vibes that u cant ignore
mop the floor with emotions bursting out of a crimson parcel
scarred horses spinnin on a broken carousel

love ain't heaven but it ain't nun close to hell
hear the wedding bells and pickin up shells
at the shore watchin the waves being pulled back
a diamond in the hacky sack
break your back cause of what u lack and smack u into reality.

love aint a hard dick waiting to be fucked
nor is it a burnin clit waiting to be sucked

love ain't
a saint, like Mother Teresa
if there ain't, any chemistry
then i don't wanna be ya
love ain't a sucka
no lickin to the centa
cause you fucked
if u can see the exit right when u enta

can you feel me?
comments are welcomed =)