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It would of been
So much better
Had I not
Woken up,
Those who didn’t
Can’t complain,
Like A diamond
In a rough,
It Needs not To be found
Remaining alone
Keeps one
Unharmed & untouched,
Blurry
Are the lines
Of what was asked for
& what was given as such
She
Listens like spring
And she talks
Like June,
There have been mad amounts
Of Text messages sent
However
They haven’t been Responded to,
Face to face
Has been
Acknowledgements
Only break through,
But even then
It was only
to Be
Used…
So what else
Does one do,
But wait,
Patiently….
Track records
Haven’t been too kind
But who Believes
in a repeating of history?
I seek
Good company
I’ve lost
All my friends,
She needs neither one
So she remains
On the throne,
Dominant…
Part of me
wants
To just show up
Unannounced,
The other part of me
Panics
And fuels the other side
With a burning doubt…
Should it be
Such a battle
To want to help
Someone else, out?…
The King
Must of met a Queen
And my God,
She is something else….
she doesn’t want much
but im not willing to give
what she does,
it’s all a matter of love
and where my hearts come from
a slight push automatically receives a shove,
her right hook
has never been mistook
for some kind type of hug,
she’s mistaken
what is agape
with generic physical attraction,
considering how one meets
depicts what repeats
and what isn’t at random,
“just” is just that
and there are no promises made
when we’re “just having fun”,
what you put up with
you end up with
oh you beg to differ? I hope you have a good run
she doesn’t care
she just wants to break free,
no longer looking at her self
crying constantly comparing,
to others-her want
is never fleeting,
there are far too many options & things
for someone to be,
the essence of your self
isn’t quite as unique as you thought it to be,
looking for love in this club
that others simply go for mating,
being out and about at 2am
isn’t going to find you that love your forever seeking,
being of this world
is similar to a cat stuck in a tree,
may the servants of your God
hurry up and beam thee,
up
up
up
farther than the eye can see,
keep your arms wide open
and never cease from praying.
believe
hurt
is one feeling
I don’t intend
on passing on,
but I can’t help
the role I play
if I’m not
floating on a cloud,
I carry heavy weight
burdens
that wont
allow me to carry on,
my god took them away
but I picked them back up
as soon as I felt
grown…
I
can handle this
this is only
but a kiss,
if cupid
shoot
then
may she miss,
I don’t know
if I’m ready
to just
up and quit,
I just
realized
the power of my words
oh how passion stems from the lips,
my dear if you
lay lifeless
understand its just shock
in time you’ll get over this
The clothes
don’t make the man
the man
makes the clothes,
from the highest him self
this woman was perfectly fitted
in a league
all of her own,
with a smile that gets me dizzy
and curves
like I’ve never
seen before,
how her body
contains it all
must be a God blessing
and it shows,
like a lace up corset
it hooks your eyes from the back
lacing up the sides of your mind
oh how her light skin can hold,
such majestic
causing temptation
with the simple scent
of many a rose,
I’m smitten
and she’s bitten
on to the concept
that I’ve sold,
I product placed
then replaced
what I truly was
unworthy to hold,
she figures me out
undresses her self
and tells me that
my confession was bold,
soon after we embraced
face to face
and from that point
she couldn’t let go,
her shape
I crave
so I then engrave
my soul into her mold,
she accepts
with blissful breathes
that I now
have to go…
badly
do I want
to give your phone
a ring,
but sadly
I know
that your probably
somewhere out or in with him,
I’ve never met him
im not threatened
but I know he makes
your heart sing,
and as my muse
for a brief moment
I know what I want
is that something,
my thirst isn’t quenched
by those
who to me
do the calling,
is this my payback
possibly that
or I want what isn’t for me
to be having,
so I just admire you
from instagram
since I have no reason
to give you a ring-a-ling,
although I know
if we did anything
I’d have you stuck in repeat
like your all time favorite movie scene,
and yet still I don’t call
because to me
rejection
is the worst thing,
they say it’s better
to have loved and lost
but as a writer
I need my torturing,
with that said
I leave my wanting
held on the line
hanging
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