What makes us believe is the believe that we can believe what we want,
I have met more girls in my life time, then guys who decide to come out the closet,
but never have I came across a girl that makes me feel content and still calls me MR. Orange beanie
I pose for pictures on social sites as if my life depended on it but little do they know,
he isn't me but I role a play to make those who care smile and stroke my ego
I might miss you from a far but your smile
I can't forget or your well built figure that iv secretly fantasied about since that lights of Johannesburg hit me
My lips that are yet to kiss you,
they feel rough and cracky for I lust for your kiss,
that's filled with pureness and moisture that could smoothen out the roughest of surfaces.
maybe you won't believe it because what makes us believe is the believe that we can believe what we want.
I didn't believe in you, not that I didn't want to,
but cause u simply were unbelievable.
While I was in your presence I was a feeling what most wouldn't believe I felt,
including you Believe it or not for the truth is the hardest to believe while a lie plays unforgettable music in our eardrums.