
Love seeking but hate preaching my soul has final met it’s match , eyes lock in an instant I read a soul and all it’s stories that are untold
Catch me please before I fall into overthinking without blinking of sweet dreams of black skin embracing one another and never letting go
I guess it’s just a fantasy but how come it feels so real to me
This just can’t be some false reality holding onto a faint dream with an underlying passion of tranquility
Hold me until I let go sometimes in the warmest weather people can be so cold



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