A Musical Affair

When he touches me
I can feel his heart beat pulsating through the lifeline embedded on his palms.
So I trace over his tempo,
in the hopes I can understands his lyrics.
Palms pressed like prying pyramids he tells me ours are identical.
He inhales and to me it sounds like music,
like life,
like love ain’t never really felt like this.
our first kiss,
but ask him and he’ll tell you it sounds like my name.
He calls me morning because he says he’s never seen someone break so beautifully
dawn,
He says he likes my lite
MC
Says I sashay like I have turn tables in my hips,
switch
dip
but my vinyl has always had scratches.
Been spun one too many times.
but he says he likes my re-play.
rewind
Been spun one too many times
but he likes my re-play.
We play on replayed playlist,
I never knew my headboard had so much bass
but my history reverbs like ignorance
aired on radio waves.
and I’m left singing the same ol blues.
I have never been good at love songs unless their beats bend and break
see the beauty through the pain
808’s and heartbreaks
Kanye
they never understood our Jazz
music will hurt you
rewind
my music will hurt you.
I have yet to right myself
so I can’t write myself just yet.
so please,
Eject me.
I will only ever be able to give you my instrumentals.
been chopped and screwed so many times that the original is unrecognizable.
pain and me go way back
atracks
attracted to your music for some time now.
The dig to my planets,
been diggin you since you planted your first seeds of interest
but trust me
this won’t end nicely.
I have this tendency to sample from other albums,
other songs.
whether right or wrong.
I can’t write my wrongs
I’m losing my own sound
eject me
my melody is deadly
but your beat is addictive
keep playing you in my phones of
head
can’t get you out of
mind.
I wish I could snap back to another time.
When hip-hop was graffitied on walls.
We come from 2 separate genres
but I stay tuned into our station
you play me so beautifully
but I don’t know if the world is ready for our collaboration.
I’m trying to keep our song original
but there’s so many wanting to get on my track
they have submitted their verses
remix
their verses will never be good enough.
You are the best 16 I never wrote.
we are underground at its finest
Can’t go mainstream
They would never understand our lyristium
can’t mix the old school with the new
the outcome would be a Fiasco
Lupe
Loop me
run your fingers over my turn tables
I love to be played backwards
He says he loves to listen to my crescendo,
but I need to know
is he just crushin yo?
I don’t want to hurt you.
Scared of losing you.
I don’t want us to be another one hit wonder.
You got me wondering,
can this melody continue?
There are so many things that can lead to the end of this freestyle.
freefalling through our free verses.
To me his pulse sounds like music,
but ask him and he’ll tell you it sounds like my new beginning.
Trust has never been easy for me,
but when he touches me…
this music box starts singing.
songs blend together like mixtapes
can't tell where this one starts or where the other begins
and I swear it sounds like love,
rewind
he is love.