These images that used to b distorted come bak to me now
Clear images that hav been recorded
Ur handsome face
And ur sinister yet peaceful smile
Those dimples r wat get me somehow
I look past
The fact
That
U may hav some othr motive
Faith base mode for me kicks in
Hoping not
Hoping that
that sinister canvas has been
Permantly painted on by those dimples, the promises u make, and that infamous smile
Though I now sit and think it takes me bak to two other smiles that were very different yet jus as infamous and impressionable as u r now
I think how hoping then has got me to the point where I am now
???????
It goes bak to excepting reality for wat it is
past the moment cuz
After the moment
if the canvas sits in the rain long enuff the paint is gone
I'm left wit wats at the core and wats so we say "bad to the bone" lol
Might as well admire u for the feeling u've gave
Cuz I hadn't felt this way in a while.
The carnival is closing and u can't take anything but the memories from the ride.......