Room - Kentrell Blanche - Bog

I don't want to go back to Florida
Unless
You're the sand
That I'm taking to the beach.
Can't see myself
Building castles
Unless you're next to me.
A royal connection,
You're more than
Perfection.
You are the vessel
That keeps me afloat.
You are the energy
That gives me hope.
Hoping upon stars
Has never gotten me far
Yet,
Here we are...
...you shooting across the sky
And me making room
For you to land
Dead in the center of my life.
You have permission
To disturb.
You have permission
To unearth.
Dig me up
And caress my roots.
Even when I'm detached,
I still flourish for you.