Akua Naru Poetry: How Does It Feel Now ( Live Aflame Sessions)

If love had a sound this would be that sound. Love, We would be the band to play it. My getto butterfly flew away from me. I wait patiently, by windows and doorsteps. Play, make believe, as my tears, poor chest, most succeed to breath, if not the hear of you. . surely there hasn t never been a shade so blue. a stank attitude, so not mad at you. not a magnitude to encompass the latitude of my love for you. no space and time compatible. what do I have to do what do I have to do uh. . my friends say I got it bad for you. I do. But there s nothing in this world I d rather do, but you. Hey, I want to make love to your existance, drenched in colors of your energy, than asked to be, to the memories I wanna lose myself inside Until you find me. confind me to the freedom of your prison Exist in the same space, same time. Combine until your thoughs slow grind with mine. 3 my, I wanna drink the sweat of your intellect, reflect and watch your light passion walk my neck. curess the sights of your