I'm in love with your style, but more in love with your smile, though these raining nights come often, you are the only hope that I found.
I was lost in the world still trying to transition, I was an old school chevy, you were my new transmission.
Crank up your engine, and let's ride,
on the road of opportunity, there is no telling what you will find.
And there is no telling what you might lose, I'm chasing dreams, but these dreams don't include you, like they use to.
Heartbreak is now the feeling that you're use to.
Loves captures your soul, you're at the rainbow looking for gold, can't win me back so now you're losing your clothes.
I tell you, "Hold on baby, don't lose your soul." You're not defined by me, and you're not defined by him, you're still a star in the sky, you're still precious gem.
So no more Impressing him, or impressing them, Just impress yourself, and you can bless yourself.
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Love Yourself
PoetryThis poem is more of a rap, displaying lyrics of love, lost love, and self love. I piece this poem together to show how all three can intertwine with one another. Please vote, share, and comment your honest opinion. ... thanks, always @DuceBitten