Edges of the Day

Check what the muthafuckin’ record just said, man. Slip to the books chump, betta find another can. Killin’ muthafuckas just tryin’ a throw a juice, man? Spreadin’ to the head blast, record for the devils’ can. Kiss, cut, cry, kill; muthafuckin’ bullet fill. Dabble death, trigger will, betta shot, betta kill. Muthafuckin’ asshole, betta chill…

You are not my happiness, but I have joy from you. You are not my stability, but I have balance from you. You are not my confidence, but I have strength from you. You are not my lover, but I have romance from you.

It’s too rare an emotion,too rare a friendship,too rare an understanding.Few moments in life are worth crying with,but you are definitely one of them.And when the time comesthat I can no longer hold your handand tell you I love you,my heart will cry with painand my skin will grow cold,and I will quietly die.

Just once, I wish I could kiss you for an hour in the middle of a quiet park; Taste your beautiful lips. Just once, I wish I could hold you in my arms and draw animals on your back; Paint you with my fingers. Just once, I wish I could wake up with your head…