Theft – PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION

Loves Public Enemy #1

My hearts pump is out of gas, I can’t burp up any more feelings.

I feel like I’m in a room with no ceilings, surrounded by 4 walls , so it’s hard to escape.

All I can do is lay here and wait for someone to take my place, because I fell right into the outline of a players game.

Crazy of me to think that you’ve changed, and now sitting here handcuffed to your heart.

I guess it’s right what they say, “once a good cops gone bad they’re gone forever“.

Now you’re dragging me along, through the coldest of weather.

At one point I even had a cellmate, not even knowing we were living together.

Finally I see the ladder in the room with no ceiling, and now

I’m public enemy number one.

Like Eazy E says, “Fuck the police“.

Now who’s packing?

The Gangsta of Love, bye Cupid !

Shooting arrows into hearts

I possess the passion pistol.

Got the love gun on ma hip.

I escape through the hole I dug, thinking I’ve barely scratched the surface in the cell,

also known as your mind.

Now I’m cruising down these streets with your heart in my palm.

Sending death threats and love notes

These thieves trynna steal my heart, are really building their own casket.

Rolling around, this time I’m stronger so consider this a homicide.

Because my heart will blow yours in pieces, and leave the rest for the bitches….

Hug Life.

-Leighrick

Across the way

Within the midst of the shadows

Spotted are hooded eyes.

Surprisingly seen peeking.

Brown skin, Chocolate

of African/Latin descent, certainly not Puerto Rican

Long black hair resting on the shoulder,

Sliding down the back.

Unsure if it’s a dress or a shirt made from scratch.

Olives sitting in grey skies used to describe her eyes.

Your name consuming temptation,

If my number was served on a platter would you take?

On the days when loneliness is felt,

Can I replace the emptiness?

Feelings of a baby longing to be held close to your chest.

I can be your baby?

We can be the wind blowing trees as the sun sets.

On this bus, a diamond in the rough.

A jewel not worthy of a nickname.

Crown Royal

Intoxicating Thoughts.

This woman is poison.

Our presence is one in the same.

Tho the sun clings to your being

The way that your sitting,

The light shinning behind you, a glow.

I want to be your shadow

Watching your back and every step you may take.

Excuse me again, but

You dropped your Halo.

I’ll bend down to pick it up, but

When I bend down, I might stay there

Manipulating the Halo into a ring

Since I’m already down on bending knee.

Is that too fast?

I’ve seen love in a glance,

but never at first sight.

My eyes water every time you smile,

Like I want to be the water when you take a bath.

Motion still, so instilled in you is relaxing.

The bubbles resemble clouds,

and you an Aphrodisiac, the being of a Goddess.

Quiet heart felt confessions, but who’s perception?

Curiosity is lingering..

Like the cologne in the hug that I gave before I left.

Theft…

–Leighrick