Speak with me

When I fall into your voice I’m in a world of my own
Every syllable a lullaby that makes me feel home
And I can think apart of meaning in every difference of tone
It’s like the Midas touched vocal cords of Mona Lisa
And you’re so hot that you can heat up while you’re in a freezer
The temperature changes when you walk in the room
And I admit my poetry is shallow compared to the way that you move
I just use my words and hope I don’t lose
It’s a competition, me versus the opposition optin’ to check my optics then choosing to go on and get it
Iron in my blood as much as love up in the words I’m spitting
Iron out the kinks to perfect the songs about you that I’m giving out to the world. And I’ll sing it proud
Like I’m singing in the rain, or I’m a wild child
Life ain’t a musical but it’s a sweet soundtrack with you
And the color scheme just lightens up everytime that I kiss you

And it’s different kind of bliss, something indescribable
By words I pen, and it’s only seen by spending time with you
From every sentence that leaves your lips in a leap into the abyss It’s something different and I listen. It’s what I like to do and to say it’s a sour truth that I would face a pouting boo
If I would ever sound aloof when asked about the drowning truth
Of words you use to deliver what you mean to me and others
I would hide behind recordings of my love for you as cover

It’ something beautiful to hear you talk about anything
So I hope you are content with just staying to speak with me