No Labels

Our chemistry is like the magnetism of a hydrogen and oxygen molecule to form water

My link is the border to your free floating gifted metal that foils your four divided quarters into one whole frame, royally embroidered

It’s like combining platinum, majesty, darkness and fun 

Like both meshing and splicing the moon and the sun

Like you are the trigger, power and safety behind my gun

We connect the dots like jackpots in the machine slots after a win

What’s confusing is where did this attachment begin?

A rin-a-tin-tin, the man made of tin needs a heart

But who wuz da wizard dat tornadoed this start to whirlwind then park, here

I create art, you create art, but the melodic dependency of the heart of our combative arts resound classics like Mozart

Everything happens for a reason

Even if its visit wears out its welcome after a season

So if the reason is pleasing, no need in teasing the mind to understand the origin of the glow behind the shine

Just appreciate the chime before the sound of the time lags behind

The light may illuminate invisible lines when crafted memories cherished re-wind what now appears to be blind

But the present obscurity assuredly is supernatural, although unseen with no proof, quite factual

My emotions towards men flare and may seem a bit unstable

But I’ve yet to assign what I’ve seen in you a stigma, tag or label

So through all the jokes and drama, going back and forth and exchange of tudes 

You are now and will forever be my ignant but cool ass dude

Oh but dont get it twisted I still hate you