I Picked Up a Pen 2nite

hoping it would set me free

like a slave running

I picked up a pen 2nite

hoping that the feelings I have can stop stuntin

Sitting here fronting

Seeing your face and still not saying nothing

I picked up a pen 2nite

then wished on a star

praying for a perfect world

One where moons were big

and stars were bright

Where love was made

Made so beautiful that you had to hold it tight

I picked up a pen 2nite

As I wrote…. the letters started to form your face

One that is distinguished, pleasant, and somewhat complexed

Your stucture tells a story

Showing hard times of pain or even worry

I picked up a pen 2nite

hoping that my words could reach you

before I read them

before my pen finess them

bless them …shit even stress them

I picked up a pen 2nite

and thought of you

touching my hand

thinking to oneself

When God made you

So imperfectly perfect

That when he was done

He knew you were worth it

Kissing your lips

Is nothing short of a blessing

Just a moment of connection

A moment of a true kings affection

Open my eyes to see yours

staring back at me

You…. display….. promise…. of a better day

Promise… of beautiful poetic words to say

Touching my very soul with your glance

at the sametime being greetful

for this chance

for this moment

for this day

for the gift that is you

If we never speak again

I will always remember this night

The night I picked up a pen

The night I wrote words

of depth and connection

words of love promises

and full wishes

Coming from a floists in a poetic form

I write you these words because…

You… have touched me… in a place

that is center

A place that is warm

A place… that is me….