it was probably early last year,
your where nothing but a name in my ears,
soothing, smooth like wine to a bad stomach,
you had me knees bent, heart raced,
all in the name of love my dear,
a love I barely understood,
a love I barely spoke,
if ever love was a language I think I would be dumb for the rest of the year,
you were like the morning dew,
perfect for the nose,
exciting for my bare feet,
but still I never thought having you would be a pleasing thing,
you had a charm,
the kind you see in twilight,
like a dark tunnel,
you were definitely my light,
I had you on my mind like a broken record,
you can never find the lyrics but the tune keeps playing in your head,
only God knows how much I was praying for you,
but yet here you were,
at my feet,
begging for me to open up,
and yet all I could really open was my mouth,
not to profess my love,
but to remind you how imperfect i was,
yet there you were,
quick and ready to remind me that I definitely was perfect to you,
I guess you just had a way with your words,
they had some calm effect on my heart,
I swear I had never felt that weak,
and yet i was the rebel the streets hated,
but to you,
oh, you my most annoyingly loved gift,
to you I was too weak to even admit I could not make mistakes,
you were definitely the best mistake and I, for as long as air can move within my space,
I will keep holding on.
MY VALENTINE'S GIFT TO YOU.
Tell me something i don't know Something that will sweep me off my feet and remind me of faith Something that will kill my little dream and make it believe Something the has much to offer and little to take away Something strong enough to remind me of a dreaded past Probably that, that will awake me and make my dreams invisible Leave me singing hallelujah To a total stranger. We are emotionally unstable, prudent to impunity Weak to a lot, reverse in our own psychos Great with a little, we blame our imagination Big with a greater promise Prone to very little We dream of bigger experiences Not ready to build wider appearances. Locked down We would imagine little with eyes open Very shallow in appearance We build walls to block fear Forgettig we are transparent with emphasis But with painted pictures We are vulnerable to the paint we splash And thus prefer playing squash In our own messes. When visited, we express dismay Considered irrelevant We are willing t...
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