Feel Like
I am selective,
But not selecting
The quick looks I share
And wasn't expecting.
Collecting you,
One at a time but I
Store you all,
Together in
The back of my mind.
Feel like you feel like
I don't know where I'm going
I feel like you're wondering
What the f*ck am I smiling at.
Feel like you feel like
I don't know that you're looking
But I've got panoramic view
So I can see all of you
Through my two black lenses trough.
I am selective,
But not selecting
The quick looks I share
And wasn't expecting.
Collecting you,
One at a time but I
Store you all,
Together in
The back of my mind.
Autor(es): Neï Lydia Kibol Bikôkô Pineda