A Love Song

I can tell my love that
I love her without stuttering
I'm strung off of a buzz
I'm conducting this
Aye, I can't tell my love that I hate
Her without caving back here later
I'm her slave and I'm okay with it
Aye, I can tell my love to "get lost"
But a new nigga's chin a target
For fists and shit talking, shit
Aye, I can tell my love trying the best
To make her love fill out my chest
It echoes from my past distresses
Being breathless is a blessing
Ain't been resting lately
Unless her rising chest and my, maybe
There can be beauty in this brokenness
And maybe my candle loses flame to openness
And baby I'm not the dude to be focused to
And baby I'll prolly lose the
Heart you trust me with
And maybe I'll probably prove
Your past assumptions true
But probably don't make dollars keep
A buck or two i run my fingers through your
Consciousness undoing some tangles
That leaving wrinkles
Like your ringing voice that
Soothing my anguish
I prolly read you like you see
Through you could future my language
But fuck with it
I can't tell my love that I love her
Begrudge women
A vaguer claim and I prolly deserve it
And I'm probably lost from probablys, lies
And discernment
I'm not even okay with lines
I'm just tired of hurting
I told my love that I love her
She smiles bright as a yearning
They looking at us