I don't like to force a poem |
If you were to pick me up
I'd tell you how you are...
I imagine you across from me
Or sitting by my side...
A gentle soul, a butterfly
Wisps and floats right on by...
If you wanna lay next to me
Lay next to me...
I remember the last time I had these cakes
You and me under the streetlight...
Walk down the street
Listen to your feet...
If God wanted you to fear him, he would have made fear feel good. |
If you're okay with not winning, you can't lose. |
How you feel right now in this moment is more important than any kind of regimen. |