you'll always know what it's like.

she knows how to make me feel that way.
and you'll always know what it's like to feel that way.
making those awkward bend in my knees,
making up for those so-called words i crave to speak.
and i'll talk about the moon, stars, the sun.
and all the relates.
with nothing that relocates to my point across high points across the sky.
i'm telling you.
the vibrations in the sounds of your voice,
reverbs like silent sounds at night.

so you'll always know what it's like.

and i never took no form,
i chose to make a spirit of my own adventure like my own.
thinking no one else knew where i was from.
and assumed no one else knew or cared where i came from.
the shit you and i go through to get to myself and
i wish you knew,
oh i wish you know how much spirit in this adventure was spiritual in every adventure.
it stained purple and grey,
green and blue.
sometimes yellow.
but you'll always know what it's like.
you'll always want to find out.
at least i'll always try to give that to you.
no matter how long,
patience
was defined.
mine consisted more than just constant breathing and consistent heaving to the heavens...
i swear i won't give up on you just yet.
as i'll always mean what i say..
because you'll always know what it feels like..
at least...
that's before i wake up.
and before you go to sleep.

[you were always my inspiration.]