a poem for her & I

Rose

She is the sweetest dream in my broken garden 

As her roots clings to my heart to cherish the scars that hide beneath the dirt 

While her petals only grew from the water of her tears 

My love learned how to repair each stem with joy and laughter she bought back 

I once lost beyond the liquor in my veins

She's my soulmate in a world of damaged souls 

The fresh air my mind needs when the trauma of my silence suffocates the joy of a lost childhood

How she makes my demons feel the love of heaven as if they had to chance to dance with my angels once again 

Kiss by kiss she allowed me to see her naked before the cloth came off 

Before she allowed her sweet tune to sing to the harmony of my love 

Her demons dances with my angels as my angels serenade her nightmares 

She is my favorite flower 

Who shall breed a seed ...

Risk of Love

He asked me if I was scared of change as he held a fainted white heart in his hand

Said if I give you a chance will you love her more than you’d ever loved before even though she’ll won’t be yours forever?

How there will be days where the veins will stop flowing green and its mind will grow dark

Can you bare the thought that you will not always be her savior ?

Is it okay that she won’t let you fully in because her past scares will always outweigh your future efforts ?

But I promise she’ll try for your efforts will show her tenderness till your last breath

Could you live with being vulnerable towards her as her demons will only show you love she was never taught?

Will you allow yourself to fall in love with a face that is half-masked?

Yes I have sent you broken hearts before to love but in both our eyes we will never see her as such

Could I trust you to wipe the ...

Silver

Silver blood is much sweeter then the gold her love has to offer 

for her pain only moans my name when its sparked by the fear of her imagination 

My nightmares numb the kisses her dreams wishes to bless with me for her lips are broken from the words society chooses to ignore

I wish to save her but lust is my kryptonite that now replaces the tensions of her former heart that once beated for me

I am no perfect lover for my riches only provide poor memories and shame

Cupid if you still believe in me, send one last arrow to respark the conscience that once laid in my heart

give it color once again before this white become ice

before I become just a piece of silver she once held hope upon in her fountain of love 

that runs dry as her water flows from her eyes instead of her heart

Tamed By Her

Her touch replaced the feeling of that needle society would put in me to trigger the monster inside 

Her presence healed my mind to revision those dreams trapped inside those broken liquor bottles side effected with over crowded thoughts 

The care in her eyes with the sound of the pain-free voice she wished for me innovated a cold clouded soul to a rose 

For she is my “rose in the concrete” amongst these ghetto streets 

As the purity in her melodies within her heart sings to capture my freedom even the devil could not resist 

such a beautiful sound her conscience displays faints out the cage surrounding me 

& seals off my last piece of rage with a kiss 

For she said “I wanna b your peace of mind as you are for me

rebuild your weakened scars caused by a weaker world for I need a strong queen

& if this monster shall ever breathe agai...

a poem for her & I

Her voice told me she was looking for love in all the wrong places

As her heart was scared to allow my veins to flow imagination to her mind to help her dream again

While her smile spoke to the overcrowded thoughts I hid in a liquor bottle, wanting to be my peace she only desired back 

I began lusting for her knowledge for she gave mental connection

 as she became in awe for of the idea of being my angel i needed to survive this ghetto

She is my peace of mind in this war caused by my skin, in a battle caused by my demons i was inherited with since birth, and these scars I will take for her to protect her from a world i wish to escape.

She told me, “I never had this before, I never been a queen, never been admired” 

for i know those before me were not looking with their eyes but yet their mistakes as they mistakenly overlooked how beautiful her soul was 

For i am as a blind men wishing ...

Odds

I heard her heart knocking on my chest waiting for an embrace of my fears

While her tears waited to be dry with a simple kiss from a life I couldn't give

For we both were damaged eyes from a toxic generation 

where our heartbeats were beating for love with a slight hesitation 

As I hear her mind moaning for my soul, wishing to make love to my inner demons

Only wishing to make sweet love back to her insecurities 

For our sexual attractions is no more then a mental obsession 

as we make ghetto music in a crooked world 

While the Devil is our generation president all nightmares no dreams

she still managed to put God as my inner faith 

The beauty of her persistence shall be a soul motivation to making her a queen 

As she knocks on my door heart held in hand as the devil watches..

I shall embrace her love wit...

Him...

She said if a man shall love me then love me like a song that his heart shall never forget 

Allow my beauty to remind him of a Beautiful Black Queen and my loyalty of "Rider".

I'm talking about that Hustle & Flow type rhythm

Build on mystical dreams and get lost in them clouds that only floats in our pure love.

Where at nights the touch of his skin on mines having my body screaming opera....

Yeah, I'm talkin bout that Soul Type Music

If a man shall dare to love me, I need him to find admiration in my eyes 

seek for my heart as if its his life long prize

For when he's down, his queen shall help him rise especially when the world is against him

For I need me a strong black King in this racial divided world, where lust is replacing true love..that real love

I need me a him....if he dares to love me  

Crippled

When the clouds turn grey, as the water fills with a sour thirst

My faith grows stronger for a star to land by my feet

Precise visions of my dreams crawling on a mystical road that I dare to defer

but only seek the face of beauty a mirror could not bestow in my mind

A kiss form a stolen heart of a sinner who deserve a laugh of the devil

only to cry for a save of an Angel I onced abused with a ring I never gave..

My story is crippled by lust but still hope to walk again with love

Deep Within Words

Eye of an Angel froze my soul

as my lips shivered from its love

& ring from the ice surrounding my life blessed it's finger

While the heart of a dwarf resembled my feature

as my seed continue to grow into a beautiful rose

(My dark days are still sunny)

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