Shhhh...
Its quite in the room,
The deadliest whisper you shall hear
Is mental violence in this room,
Colliding minds will attack
Coincide and then relapse
Still my mind rests in her waiting room
Yet there's no more room in this waiting room,
I'm fabricating, yet this relates to the woman i am portraying,
I gravitate to her intelligence as close as her heart will take me,
Its taking me further than far with no mistaking
I levitate into her standing aura with hopes she does not forsake me
..i hope my care, perceived jealousy wont drive her heart to soon hate me,
Im in her waiting room waiting patiently for patience to face me...and tell me that as of lately,
My unfathomable love, thinks of me very greatly,
And bumped me up the list going against the laws of racing...
Im so humble,
I thought of the spot i held in line and the lost boy that will soon replace me.
Mother nature, were you the cause of our worlds colliding?
Or when God birthed the vision,
Were you the plate tectonics sliding
Or were you guiding, the winds to fly her beside me,
And when i drowned in others i deemed would be,
Made a deal with Poseidon through Triton to rescue me....
I got the message late, with no debate,
I jumped up because they focused to much on me, yes due to my inevitable fate..
But my focus wasn't on the fact that God rescued me,
It was the fact that he rescued the woman i thought i was rescuing,
To rescue me.
FortheloveofPoetry
 1900
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The Immortal Wize says: Deep Vibes! Much respect |
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xclusive says: Word play crazy on this one. Keep the ink flowing |
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LP45 says: Very nice work. Keep writing. |
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