Spit Problem:

Vs.1:

Still, I gave you hundreds of metaphors/

took them in without water, just like a petite-for/

no swallowing or mastication, you proved you liked it raw/

so I broke it down for you, like four barrel carburetors/

old school fords, the choppy conjugator/

conventional abominator/

took you to the edge of love, normalcy of war/

What you believe in, is so profoundly in your core/

whether legwork is done, to probe and explore/

reached an epiphany, wide birth like open doors/

no matter how you arrived, authentic you can't distort/

signal cast on LCD screens through USB ports/

Flash Drive, Fast Ride, the knowledge teleports/

....

I just want to be where you are:

Find myself thinking about this quite frequent

Us in the same place, Maybe I'm just feverish

Talking, cuddling, laughing, but I guess it all depends

on the situation, maybe I'm just going off the deep end

I feel it has to be meant

Not james, we bond like cement

up early in the morning, typing emails to you, from me sent

Seems lately we've discussed more, the More we shattered ceilings

I've squatted on my feelings, something like deep knee bends

I'd repent, but I know you're who I wanna be with

Our friendship is well seasoned

70 months or more, of course I'm no mathematician

Magician at times with rhymes, but there is no hidden reason

this is straight up like Jameson, no rocks in glass or water back

At the point when the phone is silenced, lonesomeness doubles back

Makes me wanna highjack planes, trains of thought are off the tracks

so I have to digress for now, until the feelings pass

Alas, you illuminate my thoughts like solar flash

Stylish you, Debonaire me, too much for a looking glass

two minutes on the phone, and quickly silliness has met it's match

Voyages get sailed upon, from pillar to post, and post to mast

a broad range of topics, uncovered like artifacts

And when you get sleepy, with you I want to crash

listen to you breathe, till in sleep we both sink fast

I know there will be arguments, but it won't make you less of a catch

Matter of fact I welcome that, all you could think of, and more by far

Cuz I know in my heart of hearts, I just want to be where you are...

David A. Abshire

June 8th, 2010~6:50am Central