Stuck in My Head

Stuck in My Head

Who are you?

And why does your name ever resound in my mind
Your face’s contours and texture ever fresh in my palms
I was lost, drifting
You were to be a solace, a constant
My heart held on in false belief
But your eyes went where they went
You asked for what you saw
And got me drunk on your lust
Snap of the fingers, control lost
Finding places I never thought existed
Pleasure spots and a body aroused
Eyes couldn’t meet and leave body out

Who are you?

To bring this imbalance to my perfectly principled life
To make me see myself as another

I was a bystander, watching from a distance
The things my body did
But the moans were too real, too real

I walked away, heart in hand
Yet ever so often I turn back
Too much stamped in this head of mine

Like engraved footprints in cemented floors
That the rain can never wash away



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