“AT THE TOUCH OF LOVE,
EVERYONE BECOMES A POET”
LIKE AT THE THOUGHT OF U,
I WAS ALL READY N FOR IT
BUT IT TAKES ME A MINUTE NOW
TO THINK OF WUT TO SAY
CUZ MY INSPIRATIONS RUNNIN LOW
EVER SINCE U WENT AWAY
IM FINDIN SLOWLY MORE N MORE
IM FUELIN ON THE NEGATIVE
CUZ I GUESS ANYTHING TO DO W/ AMOR
JUS NO LONGER SEEMS RELATIVE
WHEN FILLED W/ U IT WAS PERFECT
NO MATTER WUT LINE AFTER LINE
CUZ EVERY VERSE HELD WUT I LUVD MOST
PASSION, U N RHYME.
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