Mornings in HoustAtlantaVegas

She's up late...
Quoting Drake.
Wondering when love is coming,
And how long it'll take.
Tired of encountering fake,
But loves going out on dates.
No one could blame her though.
Often called a hoe by people she doesn't even know;
So into cameras that she's always approached by men that put on a show.
All she wants is to love and be loved,
To have someone on her mind,
And be the one that person's affectionately thinking of.
To have support and inspiration on a two-way street.
To receive all she has to give...reciprocity.
Simple desires in a complex world.
All of the deep lyrics,
Melodies and the ambiance...
Vibing in the zone.
It's 4:37 in the morning;
She isn't even wondering where the time has gone.
All the time she's spent dodging "can I take you home?"
All the time she's spent lamenting the implicit "can I bone?"
This is how she gets it all back.
Posting lyrics on twitter as though they're all facts.
Memories of the fast starts and prolonged endings...
Wondering how she's still hopeful for new beginnings....
Losing sleep trying to figure out why people think she's winning.
Counting blessings of her attractiveness,
The very reason people assume she's sinning.
What burns more than the liquor she had?
Tears welling up in her eyes from feeling so bad...
She simply wants to be understood,
To find a man that's truly good.
When she thinks of someone wooing her,
It seems only Drake could.
Late nights out on the town,
Later nights spent hitting the books...
Both become early mornings singing along to the hooks.
The verses become more personal,
Reciting all the things it would hurt to show.
Honest about all the things it hurt to know.
Holding on to the pain, since it would hurt to grow.
She's intelligent and educated.
Ambitious, destined to make it.
Hard worker that provides her own.
Mature at a young age...might as well call her grown.
Able to chill in a t-shirt and sweats,
Yet when in heels, she feels at home.
Beautiful inside and out,
A true queen in the making.
An excellent young woman that any man would be lucky to date,
Yet she's been done wrong.
Finding solace and comfort in song after song.
Losing faith in finding love,
Unsure of how much more she can take...
So night after night,
She falls in love with Drake.

-A. Lewis