Our last chapter was one so beautiful
It reminded me of all the things I loved about you
From your dark rich skin to your burns thick like leather
It reminded me of the nights we spent together
So magical.. we kept a reality all of our own
but that Valentine's day it felt so wrong
Our last chapter was one so beautiful
That feeling in my gut whenever you came near
The inflactuation when you said Zaire,
rarely did you call my name
Za was that nickname you claimed
From da young girl to the grown woman
so capitvated in you
our romantic novel is finally threw
For each time I got dressed up
or rode the 6 train to the X
each date we ever had
ending in a passionate night of sex
Our last chapter we created a seed
like in so many others
We've grown to friends
Fallen apart as lovers
And that last chapter I felt the pain
So weak in my knees
Sunset while making love on concreate
on office chairs on canvances
we painted our future together
"........................................................................"
I told you use oil paint instead of watercolor..
But that last chapter I just had to recipricate
twice in an hour the love that we made
wasnt love at all
and yet I told you before love is only a series of moments
yet our moments seemed to continue threw out time
your pains have seemed to out weigh mine
and we've wanted a family more than anything
That last chapter was suppose to have heaven singing
wedding rings and shiny things houses and pitter patters running around
food on the stove chalk drawings on the ground
yet we've written a life so different
I told you use oil paint instead...
Its natural...
simply natural baby...
Not every story ends with a happy ending
So Lets Close this Chapter
It reminded me of all the things I loved about you
From your dark rich skin to your burns thick like leather
It reminded me of the nights we spent together
So magical.. we kept a reality all of our own
but that Valentine's day it felt so wrong
Our last chapter was one so beautiful
That feeling in my gut whenever you came near
The inflactuation when you said Zaire,
rarely did you call my name
Za was that nickname you claimed
From da young girl to the grown woman
so capitvated in you
our romantic novel is finally threw
For each time I got dressed up
or rode the 6 train to the X
each date we ever had
ending in a passionate night of sex
Our last chapter we created a seed
like in so many others
We've grown to friends
Fallen apart as lovers
And that last chapter I felt the pain
So weak in my knees
Sunset while making love on concreate
on office chairs on canvances
we painted our future together
"........................................................................"
I told you use oil paint instead of watercolor..
But that last chapter I just had to recipricate
twice in an hour the love that we made
wasnt love at all
and yet I told you before love is only a series of moments
yet our moments seemed to continue threw out time
your pains have seemed to out weigh mine
and we've wanted a family more than anything
That last chapter was suppose to have heaven singing
wedding rings and shiny things houses and pitter patters running around
food on the stove chalk drawings on the ground
yet we've written a life so different
I told you use oil paint instead...
Its natural...
simply natural baby...
Not every story ends with a happy ending
So Lets Close this Chapter
