Title: The Only 1 Who Can See My Beauty By: The Infamous Strategy To the world I am looked upon as a stranger... Which to many means Danger.... So I appear as... A creature that is Dark and very unappealing... Here in the dark..... Like a kingdomless King constantly sit alone.. on my own... upon my poetic secluded throne... where like a cellphone I roam...... Chilling.... Living... Life.... unknown to many.... But to me at times it can be very thrilling.... Only One I came across in this drawn out illusion called Life is willing... She sees my inner beauty and actually cares about how I am feeling.... Many say hateful things out of ignorance.. But i pray for them.... Never do i retaliate..... Or let my anger shoot through the roof or ceiling.... With the trails and tribulations of life I am dealing.... Everyday at night with my eyes closed, and palms tightly together I am kneeling... Praying that love opens the book of my heart.... Slowly examine of all its pages... And reads... For i am of a different breed.... I am the sunlight needed to grow loves seed..... And She is the one i need.... Upon the wholesome pleasures of her exotic love shack i shall feed Even my shadow once acted like it never knew me.... I guess i needed her love to show me... The light of day... A better way....... And bring to my winters the month of May.... Mold me like clay...... Open up, step in and lock the innermost chamber to my heart to eternally reside within....... And stay.......... One time i even lost all faith in my visions and made back to back poor, and idiotic decisions.... End result.... I had to end my mission.... Alone... With no love to share... No hugs, no kissing.... Those are the very things this soul of mine were mission... So im wishing.... Hoping.... Her heart opens up tonight when i write and her body pays attention.... To the crave... The yearn.... The eternal fire within that burns... For her..... I need my now in order to have a future..... Lights out... The knights out.... And the entrace to the rainbow of our dreams is much closer than it seems.. Our stories share a theme.... Without her is like... A stadium full of benchwarmers.... there is no team..... No needle or thread.... With pants ripped at the seam.... My language is love... And shes the only woman on this planet that knows what i mean.. Shes never mean... Damn look at her in those jeans.... Shes the finest on the scene..... Looking like a Goddess who stepped right out of a dream....
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 20:17:21 +0000
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