The day, she met me...

The day, she met me °

i remember
asking her
to wear her
favorite dress

and oh,
was it a sight
to see

never had my eyes
seen someone
so complete,
so free

clouds, i remember

her dress had them
all over like a wildfire
of soft cotton candy

you know what that meant?

she was the only one,
who i knew to have
caught clouds

they moved,
when she moved
danced, to her rhythm
took your breath away,
like she did

but also,
disappeared
one fine day
like how
she did,
on that
fine day
.
.
.
.
// mood // teyana taylor - a rose in harlem //