Carbon Copy (Shortened, Slam Version)

Carbon Copied

Don’t want her off me

Don’t wander off

Be free

But don’t wander far from what we have, please

I’ve gotten used to being on my knees

But so has she

Eye level

I have all the respect in the world

For the most beautiful thing, I have ever seen

Utterly breathtaking

This thing we have is tangible

I’d risk so much and I am not a gambler

But I have this hunch

And it’s founded on concrete hope I

Gathered from the sheer crunch

Of a fist on my jaw, head doing a 180

Turned around after giving up and look what God gave me

Nothing has felt like this, my world

I won’t go back on my word

Not a philistine

When it comes to examining

Every detail on her masterpiece

Every night under that lamp post dragging feelings

On a thread through every synapse

Every vein every sense I have in one place

The kind of shit they tell you when advocating to meditate

-Oneness-

What we all coincidentally strive for

What if that feeling is staring me in the face

What if it has dimples and its forehead crinkles

What if it’s 5’2 and got me wrapped around its finger

What if it’s a miracle, all I want is a future

To hold the same passion behind a podium but in a person

The same drive and ambition but for affectionate ammunition

The weight on shoulders dissipating under the covers

When I just get to hold her and feel secure in that she’s fine

 

Complacency is a landmine

 

Constantly feeling like I’m in this freefall motion

Enthusiastically accepting the physical law

Have you ever known me to be someone to take comfort in a fall?

Yet I’m restoring my faith

 

Never will I do her justice in the words I create

I’m hammering out, puzzling if you will

Trying to give her something to explain precisely how I feel

 

Always internal conflict with me

Spoken freely

Definitive Autobiographer

On the loudspeaker

Bullhorn in hand, the tip pressed to her ear

She takes it too well but I gotta worry about tiring her

Those drums gotta last I can’t keep winding her

Gotta play her a beat she’d want to live a life to

Never falter in effort, I love every minute of you

 

Nothing I gotta cook up in a dream

That’s not fashionably delivered

My babygirl has got it all configured

Blueprints to my maintenance and soul predicaments

There was always clarity in a crystal ball that we’d be renowned

But I don’t give a flying fuck about reputation

 

I struck gold in those eyes laced with blue

I struck diamonds when I tripped over you

I had my head down I wasn’t even looking

I struck oil got all the riches I was undeserving

I’ll do right by her I live to see that smile

Even if I go down as hers just for awhile

I hereby promise

That awhile will be worthy of cinema

Retold in brilliant nostalgia

Not sentimentalized

No lies

Our eyes

Our times

Told as the sun we rode on

 

Time will tell but tale will not fade from high degree

I will be on a peak as long as she sees me

Carbon copy of me

Carbon copy of emotions

How blessed to have carbon copied this level of devotion

Carbon copy

Don’t want her off me

Don’t go too far love but run to the ends of the earth

Be so happy and I’ll go and buy some binoculars

Time will tell but my tale will be no less than proud

Proud of you my 5 foot 2

 

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