in the common time
the moment when Skype isn’t close tho’
so you have to make it so
and you don’t want to smother them
so you choose to keep the chasm there
but every other second
you feel the bridge being built across it
and part of you wants to Wile E Coyote the shit
but they look at you like Roadrunner
so you keep the chase
knowing that at any moment
you and the floor beneath the cliff could have an intimate meeting
but they ain’t lead you there yet
you ain’t tryna get complacent
not like you could
doesn’t a summer feel like forever when it feels nice?
don’t the look they give you feel like warmth on a cold night?
swear their pupils look like the stars after midnight
bet it feel right
when they lay they head on your shoulder
little too good
like the sweet you stole from the kitchen when the family wasn’t looking
how you meet a human forbidden fruit?
not one bite satiate a sweet tooth..