This is what started my mad affair with Humble's Poetry....
Excuse Me Ms.
want to read your story
And I know it's wrong to judge a book by its cover
But I read your synopsis from behind
Read it a couple times, up and down up and down up down
Actually I read it every time u decide to turn around
So turn around for me girl
Dont get me wrong I know theres more to you than whats written on your jacket
And youre a hard cover doing everything to protect it
And before touching your first page, I don't mind hearing your prequel
Everything that makes you what you are... and even, what you aint
And I know I can't get your jist over one date
And I have to admit, I didn't catch all that was said
Lost between your eyes and your legs
Loving your lips jealous of your jeans how they was hugging your hips
Im an articulator so appreciate great art when I see it
But I feel u and I wan hear you tell me your story
And I know the best parts gon be in your centre book
But Im in no rush to get to that chapter
Theres a lot more b4 and even much more after
So let me take you one page at a time baby girl
And when I read you Im gon hold your spine baby girl
And your first half is the rising action introduce me to your character
Seduce me with profuse use of lovely language, youre a page turner
And when I hit your climax, I aint gon put you down
We gon cool you down, finish ever last word
Every last noun adjective and verb
Can think of a couple verbs I wan do to ya
Couple of adjectives that would adequately suit ya
Like soft smooth, beautiful, heavenly, underappreciated
Let me appreciate you girl
Im not doing this for myself, your not going back on the shelf
Once we're done Im gon read you again
And again and again until I know every word, every line, every quote
Every tear, every laugh, and every word you ever spoke
I wan to speak them with you, do anything to get wit you
So we can write a new chapter
Not concerned with your numerous previous nemisesi,
No word of a lie, experience is so necessary
U got a wealth of it girl, approaching me with your own personal world
Of lessons learns, cheeks caressed, emotional exchanges
Im green with envy of those already mentioned in your pages
But let me be your sequel, your final instalment
The comeupn's of your hardships, my name means prince, no need to proofread
No need to re-write how it already went down
And I got a story of my own
Story bout how I got grown, my own person tragedy
With pages ripped, corner ends flipped, chapters revisited...
Yea Im living in the past...
But now I see a future before me
More valuable than a Toni Morrison first edition
Quiet as it's kept; youre a hidden gem with dust on the cover
Discarded by a previous lover, betrayed by yet another
See this brown brother, and figure history to repeat
Only thing to repeat is my name out your lips so sweet
U can't pronounce it properly but I still think it's cute
Drink juice from your fruit, this poem is your own
Tribute to the absolute definition of truth
And the truth is in every movement involuntary
When your spine arches and sweat marches down to your lower back
With curves so perfect, resembles that of a violin, tuned to the perfect pitch
But switch to different frequencies, and I need to be close, so I can hear u (haaaw) inhale
And that breath tells me 1001 words, more than any picture, to decipher your scriptures
Need to manipulate your manuscript at all angles, youre an angel
With clipped wings, and rip dreams, I follow every word with my fingers
Eyes closed like brail
Lets write volumes of children
Have a whole library
Literature manifested from the love that me and u can create
Sorry I jumped a few pages
Don't even know your title...I mean your name
Excuse me ms. I jus wanna read your story
Excuse Me Ms.
want to read your story
And I know it's wrong to judge a book by its cover
But I read your synopsis from behind
Read it a couple times, up and down up and down up down
Actually I read it every time u decide to turn around
So turn around for me girl
Dont get me wrong I know theres more to you than whats written on your jacket
And youre a hard cover doing everything to protect it
And before touching your first page, I don't mind hearing your prequel
Everything that makes you what you are... and even, what you aint
And I know I can't get your jist over one date
And I have to admit, I didn't catch all that was said
Lost between your eyes and your legs
Loving your lips jealous of your jeans how they was hugging your hips
Im an articulator so appreciate great art when I see it
But I feel u and I wan hear you tell me your story
And I know the best parts gon be in your centre book
But Im in no rush to get to that chapter
Theres a lot more b4 and even much more after
So let me take you one page at a time baby girl
And when I read you Im gon hold your spine baby girl
And your first half is the rising action introduce me to your character
Seduce me with profuse use of lovely language, youre a page turner
And when I hit your climax, I aint gon put you down
We gon cool you down, finish ever last word
Every last noun adjective and verb
Can think of a couple verbs I wan do to ya
Couple of adjectives that would adequately suit ya
Like soft smooth, beautiful, heavenly, underappreciated
Let me appreciate you girl
Im not doing this for myself, your not going back on the shelf
Once we're done Im gon read you again
And again and again until I know every word, every line, every quote
Every tear, every laugh, and every word you ever spoke
I wan to speak them with you, do anything to get wit you
So we can write a new chapter
Not concerned with your numerous previous nemisesi,
No word of a lie, experience is so necessary
U got a wealth of it girl, approaching me with your own personal world
Of lessons learns, cheeks caressed, emotional exchanges
Im green with envy of those already mentioned in your pages
But let me be your sequel, your final instalment
The comeupn's of your hardships, my name means prince, no need to proofread
No need to re-write how it already went down
And I got a story of my own
Story bout how I got grown, my own person tragedy
With pages ripped, corner ends flipped, chapters revisited...
Yea Im living in the past...
But now I see a future before me
More valuable than a Toni Morrison first edition
Quiet as it's kept; youre a hidden gem with dust on the cover
Discarded by a previous lover, betrayed by yet another
See this brown brother, and figure history to repeat
Only thing to repeat is my name out your lips so sweet
U can't pronounce it properly but I still think it's cute
Drink juice from your fruit, this poem is your own
Tribute to the absolute definition of truth
And the truth is in every movement involuntary
When your spine arches and sweat marches down to your lower back
With curves so perfect, resembles that of a violin, tuned to the perfect pitch
But switch to different frequencies, and I need to be close, so I can hear u (haaaw) inhale
And that breath tells me 1001 words, more than any picture, to decipher your scriptures
Need to manipulate your manuscript at all angles, youre an angel
With clipped wings, and rip dreams, I follow every word with my fingers
Eyes closed like brail
Lets write volumes of children
Have a whole library
Literature manifested from the love that me and u can create
Sorry I jumped a few pages
Don't even know your title...I mean your name
Excuse me ms. I jus wanna read your story
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