Getting a new tattoo without you

Funny enough you ain’t around ..

But it really do be about you

Needle piercing my skin

Reminding me of just when

We locked eyes and I knew…

Ain’t no more just me ..

Only us because I be about you.

Every cent that I make

Every prayer I pray

On the bed that we lay

Every breath that you that

I thank the lord ..

Because Bra God wouldn’t have created you

If he wasn’t thinking about me.

You’re the rap to my poetry.

Beethoven to my symphony.

I really wish you could see you.

The way I see you around me.