My sentiments remains the same
No ones to blame
My shame is that I will probably try it again
Until I reach the one I pray is seeking after me
In the meantime I am writing short stories with those who never even read a book before
But I entertain because I'm bored
The irony of it all... Still not satisfied
But it will never change until i meet the one who I pray is seeking after me, and until then I will probably be teaching others how to read me
Though they may never comprehend
I'ld settle for the attempt, and hopes that maybe then they would take an interest in learning on their own
Rather being fed grown in a sippy cup full of love
It is meant to be indulged like a book that you can't seem to put down
Or that flavored ice cream that lifts ones frown
And even the one song that u allow to shuffle on its own
Can't stand repeat, because the pause in between is way too long
I've been wrong for placing any expectation on anyone
So allow me to just grab an edwidge book, fix me a bowl of cookies and creams ice cream and let lauren and d'angelo sing the hook of nothing even matters to me as I wait patiently for the one who I believe is doing the same thing... Seeking to indulge in love
