Friday, May 29, 2009

Sometimes you have to be your own genie
and make a wish
a wish for becoming
a wish to believe
or a wish for a friend
a wish to make
an isuperable memory

i've been to a place
where others' culture didn't match my face
rain came warm every night
near the ocean, to wash away
dirt built up from walking everywhere that day

i've been there
been in that most simple space, and
been in a most hated lavish place
for granted that it came my wish for becoming
for granted that it came my wish to believe

i've been there
but not quite where you take me here
my genie wish
granted with you
MY BOY MY FUN MY DREAM AT NIGHT
my wish for a friend come true
you have no idea what i think of you
cuz i cant help it
i love you!

2 comments:

zwizz1 said...

didja write this about stephon?

Bronte said...

yea