BIBI

I don't know if this's a rap or a poem
Or a song, or some words.
But I'm writing from my heart to your heart
as an art not an act Bibi...
Not an act Bibi...
For I had lived a tale
and a life in a dale
With a heart that was stale
Until you came...
And until you,
I'd always believed in a tale
A tale of people with arts of hearts.
They're soldiers with axes in hands
to shred 'n'o tear,
to hurt 'n'o bruise 'n'o maime,
to instil terror and to wound,
To inflict pains with their greed...
They call it love I call it Lust
Cause they're lost as they must
Wallowin n swimmin in the darkness n the void of innocent ignorance...
Ignorance is bliss,
but for this bliss I will hiss
For hearts broken without mend,
Souls loathing in the mix euphoria of both regrets, anger, love and hate.
They can't distinguish what to keep or what to feel
Hybrids of emotions
As they rile perplexed.
But you,
I mean me,
I meant you and I
Here we are facing the reality of their fantasies
Blessed from their mess
Taking a risk that is worthwhile
Cause every journey unveils a new phase
Our journey will never end
Everyday is another start anew we're fond of each other
Our love newly found
Even though we hit our cross-roads,
We have made the best decisions so far
Cause our hearts are tied
Cause without you there is no me
Without me there is no you
Without us there is no us.
The world would be amused when I say
I respect your virginity and you respect my locks
Amused they are while we make em our muse
We are abused, but they are used...
I wish they could learn from us
Because for us there is no end even in death,
Even in death we will brace in embrace as we rile to the next phase.
Oh Bibi,
My love
My beats
My ink and my music
My mirror and my muse...