alluding my ideas

I’m challenging my ideas that allude me, I’m craving that sexy booty, I’m dazed in the night, We hold tight, To my warm love which I hold all in the midst of my fright. I’m alluring my words. All together I purge, We are merged, In the realm, of honour. I’m a mother to a daughter. We collide in the spaces between. I’m often not too mean, I love to per-sway, the outtakes of life. I’m not the only woman, to live in strife. Let’s atone our love From which it is loved. I’m like a wooden glove, Hard and raw. I’m loving my witness, cause it is me. So be free, from the last hurting feeling. I’m wheeling around in my slumber. Doomed to plunder, I don’t wonder, Whose chosen, and whose lost, It’s a cost, that binds us. Im ruminating about time, I often don’t hide, from the Lord. I’m poured, into time, of love and kindness. Let’s view the world, in a different way. I’m conveyed and true, But many few obtain, power. I last all hour. So bend the mask and show your true colours. I’m feeling obviously trapped, on a fix I can’t feel relapsed. Let’s pour out our souls, make each one feel stolen, It’s been, nice to talk to you, But I gots to go, now. Yo! Blow up tomorrow, And reduce today! Peace!