Stranger, We Meet Again
Him and I had to take a break
So I guess you can say I went on a retired leave
For the simple fact I was tired of the same predictable sensory
His touch is no longer familiar like a stranger in the night
So in the dark I fight to be reunited with rhyme
His inked words of wisdom is no longer legible
Left without a trace only memories of inspire-ment
Since we both been away for what feels like eternity
Can that be our purpose relatively speaking?
Here I was with emotions leaking from my vessel
And he was my muscles of sanity
With every fiber of my being not being able to have my
Grasp on him became belittling
I miss the sensual drug mostly when I was high off my talented
With him I laid while he nursed the scares that the real world made
I’m proud of the fact I have another chance to redeem some time
Him being my special partner
I would have to smile and say, “Love at first write“
With him he knew what I wanted to say
And the meter and interpretation just collided and danced together
I indulged all my masterpieces as if everyone was my last
Our relationship was spontaneous from spark to finish
He pen pointed my penmanship he being my instrument of substance
And truth be told I still love him