The Reconnect

Don't know where the disconnect was.

Hope we can reconnect for once.

been a minute since we spoke.

Know we ain't end on good terms.

having a hard time accepting

the fact that you're No longer present.

I'm in the city and you crossed my mind.

You busy with work, mind if I drop by?

Meet at the Bowery, after studio time.

Your boys ain't gotta know,

You can show me that song you wrote.

Don't worry; we ain't gotta talk

nah you don't have to stay.

No need to play catchup

We can just fuck this out

It's whatever you'd like

My body is yours for the night

You'll be the leader,

I'll follow what you say.

We fucking, mask off

So leave those at the door

You can undress your demons

Leave them on the bedside floor.

Tonight's about you

so

 

Just forget the conversations

N' Memories in the making

I'm just trying to make amends

With my past relations

Just need you to catch me

I think I'm falling for you,

falling for you again.

Don't you see, you've had me

Wrapped inside your grip

Same way my legs around your hips

 

The way it all felt,

Know there was no faking it.

I don't need your love for the night

Don't want to take up much of your time

Just do me like we making up

Call this make up sex,

We can finish where we left off.

Know you've been under a lot of stress.

Weren't expecting this call and all.

Things could be different this time.

No let downs when things get good.

I got it babe you ain't used to this

You tired, got people dick riding.

That's why you onto the next.

You ain't alone, been there

We all victims to heart break,

Can't have more time wasted.

But I'm being real with you

and I need you to

 

Just forget the conversations

N' Memories in the making

I'm just trying to make amends

With my past relations

Just need you to catch me

I think I'm falling for you,

falling for you again.

Don't you see, you've had me

Wrapped inside your grip

Same way my legs around your hips

 

Pretty soon I'll be gone

My personal trips will be done.

Make the last of these memories

In that hotel near greatest view

Crooked thinking,

A crooklyn nigga should understand

Keep the memories in that

Private folder locked 

inside your S6 phone

If you mean what you say

I'll be yours for the night

so tell me can you get with that

cause i need you to

 

Just forget the conversations

N' Memories in the making

I'm just trying to make amends

With my past relations

Just need you to catch me

I think I'm falling for you,

falling for you again.

Don't you see, you've had me

Wrapped inside your grip

Same way my legs around your hips

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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