Luv (sic) - Parte 6

I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical world

Now you got me day dreaming, sleeping in a curl

Her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup

Whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone

I used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouth

But the stones turned precious when they all came out

On a string of deep thought that could never be bought

Body rock don't stop, be bop to hip hop

Cold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor

What was left a shoestring budget on call

Then these new styles came along

Some on to the next on some other hit, their own trip

Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated

Make you feel old and jaded

The goal was to make it and we made it but

We didn't know how to keep it

Like nice kicks that wouldn't fit

Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up

Store it underneath the bed and open it up

Once in a blue moon

Think about a cool ending

To a story that ended too soon

Gotta bring back the feeling

I'll do anything not to be stuck on fiending

A pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient

To an open heart, it's a daily operation

After six come seven and eight

Access code to the pearly gates

They say heaven can wait

And you speak of fate

A finale to a play for my mate

I see the angels draw the drapes

Over the earthscape

Where the wine is the spirit of grapes

Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape

As our records will stay on rotate

You say a circle is a flawless shape

Every part equi-distance from the center

On the arc without a start or a finish

A line on a loop carries weight

A freight train runs unabated

Views vanish from my point vantage

Passages come in and out

The way I recall your antics

Still alive cause I said it

A life of its own unless we dead it

Till they see our name in credits

A labor of love you mean slavery

Surely, it's been quite savory

Crepe on the balcony, verbal alchemy

Pure magic when she touches me

I read that love is kind but it's also blind of any style

You profess, would you be my guest

Happiness is a hot potato that you can't possess for long

Just pass it on like a song

And I might look calm and collected at a glance

But I taste the void when I'm not connected

To the world kinetic, as opposed to static

Idle hands a workshop of a digital addict

On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed

The mind in need of stimulation

Elevator music to the space station

Penthouse of stars a-blazing

After six come seven and eight

Access code to the pearly gates

They say heaven can wait

And you speak of fate

A finale to a play for my mate

I see the angels draw the drapes

Over the earthscape

Where the wine is the spirit of grapes

Gotta finish what we started, so I cut this tape

As our records will stay on rotate