The One

The one that has control enough to blow potential of growth
He was the one that held the gun to the walls of my heart created by love letters of hope that I would be the dopiest queen to a king that shine brighter than the modern day bling...
The one who would fold fingers...listen to old school singers making movements in the world to discourage my medicated aroma therapy to supersede boundaries that no man could ever dream one woman could be to one man in this land til he seen me...
Instead the one thing I can think of is smoking massive amounts of herb to explain why I have not gained the love I thought laid next to me with few games played asinine lies to abide by the rules of time
I refused to execute the time and patients to be his lady
The one that could go hard but now I know when not told what's understood don't need to be explained…
There was no game and I should have already known I wasn't the one to hold the throne building homes folding our kids clothes but it’s been fun bra' cause I could have never been the one bra’.