She = Standards

If she equates to my standards then why can’t I manage to scribble a thought or find the words to jot about this knot in my abdomen that only seems to happen when you talk about the things you want and how you live how you love and how you give. You make a nigga wanna live to the potential that will be credential. Confidential has never been the way to handle potential but I guess I should say nothing until I know it’s official. It’s hard to tell the future but the truth sir? Is not hard to follow, especially in the words that are borrowed. Defense like Charles when it come to the heart. How could you not start to part when it seems you’ve met your equal heart. This must be what they call better half, but I’m willing to give it all how’s that for math, I still have yet to scratch the surface on what makes her. But every one of my standards equates her.