For a Poet
I'm a wary walker, if you notice;
My feet are ever on the ground.
So at the thought that maybe I care for a poet,
They altogether shut down.
Somebody, tell me I'm breathing;
Oh, I don't know why, but I get so shy.
I'm gonna run out of reasons
Not to go on & give you a try. (It's just that you're a…)
Sweet, sweet talker & you flaunt it;
Every color means go.
Even if between the red & the green was the blue you wanted,
You wouldn't wanna go slow.
But I like what I'm hearing,
Got your words so moving, your voice so soothing.
I don't know what I'm fearing,
But I know that I'm afraid of losing you, baby.
I understand if you're getting tired
And if I broke you down to the end,
'Cause when you set my heart on fire,
I just stop-drop-roll it again.
You know I'm kind of a fighter;
I fight to keep me the way I been,
But you're something I could really admire
No matter how I pretend.
I like to think that I'm above my emotions,
Calculated & wise.
So at the thought of my love for a poet,
I wanna cover my eyes.
'Cause how am I supposed to focus?
I can't say no when you look so—oh.
I'm hard-headed & hopeless,
But through it all I want you to know this: