11/16/2013
You got me feeling like a professional type writer.
I gotta change the font to any cursive, just to match my desire.
I felt nothing less could actually course your affection, like an infection.
Your Gaze could challenge a harpies song, and a smile that makes being sad look so wrong .
With every Cali-graphic twist, I remember deep inception, re-posting our destined conversations.
Periodically....i even look at your pics, then wish, you were beside my aspirations.
I'm a dark person Jennifer, really nothing makes me contain elation.
And as I hold paper, I only can ink meaningless creation.
Chopped wood doesn't quite strike greatness.
Statistically, I grey-area. worldly occupational things.
I get lost inside whirlpools of wondering dreams.
Maybe that's why I snooze so much, what makes up your belief?
In me? Maybe?.. I mean, you keep God close like a dusty souvenir.
Actually understanding "it" somewhat clear, I'm trying...
Hardly I recognize kindness, my heart has endured wounds much.
Is it just a feeling that u make me feel romantic enough, and not wanna be so tough.
Kinda mannish, but not to ruff, id never see you materialistic, or disrespectfully, honest.
I promise to make your soul detect mine, make your heart skip more than two times.
Somehow she had a feeling I couldn't between the lines.
That any woman, could actually infatuate herself with a poet so hatefully unkind.
I can obliterate existence with only the words in rhymes, mic check the crime.
Tho truly i show you a different side
Most folks wont get to remind themselves about myself.
I thirst to know you in depths, Poseidon couldn't bare.
Where, Hades could hear.
Tell me, am I alone, to tell you "I care".
After a couple weeks I should tell you I'm just here.
All isn't clear, beyond humanistic fears I fight with motives unclear.
Take me, Just as I want you near.
