Pancakes, Drugs & Heartache.

my fingers remember now

Last night was different.
My hands could remember things my mind couldn't.
Her big brown eyes could look into My soul.
She saw every truth and ignored every lie.
Yesterday my heart collided with hers.
And it poured out emotions I've been saving for a long while.
We talked about the weather, music and a lot about poetry.
She reminded me of the conscious state I use to be in and how I felt on "let Ali breathe".
That line would give me up, yeah I know,
But it's been a while since I stayed up to talk about the moon and how cold it gets when I'm alone.
I don't need nothing to distract me from this connectivity,
I had Anderson Paak's Silicon Valley stuck on replay.
Our minds and souls were in sync.
I watched her sleep, and mind you I barely do that.
You don't understand , it's been a long time since I wrote you see,
The strokes on this keyboard feels foreign to me,
But it's all coming back now.
I honestly watched her sleep.
I paid attention to every detail on her face,
I paid attention to the cracks on her upper lip
And I didn't miss how she rubbed her nose when it got too cold.