for megan

[storytellah]

ya face/ ya waist/ and ya favourite drink/
that place on the roof that made ya think/
we lost an hour in a song/ that was 3 minutes long/
we belong in the spaces/ between embraces/ baby...
that guitar track and you on my lap/
in my mama's whip, with a hand on ya back/
i sold you my hopes, n' i told you the facts/
i'mma be the prince of the city, in my dreams is the maps//
seems wrong and i know it/ to be strong and heroic/
but i was told as a child it was wrong to show it/
got fears 'bout feelin's but it's fact when i flow it/
so the tears in the words of the song o' this poet//