Game of ThreeShe gets kissesGame of Three3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I get hugs
she gets reality
I get fantasy.
She gets mad at your honesty
but doesn't know the pain
you actually feel.
She talks to other guys
but still smiles at you
like nothing happens.
Maybe I'm just a sucker
for second chances
but is it too late
to say I need you now.
This game wasn't made for three
but you make sure to coax
with sweet blissful words
dripped in honey
and coated with poison.
You dangerous lost soul,
every word seeps into my soul
and takes me for a spiral.
She gets LED screens lit up at night
seeing I love you across the screen,
I get sleepless nights with
a half glass full of whiskey
to try and drink away the memory of you.
Wish you would take a look at my eyes
and make me feel the emotions
I've bottled up for you.
The Balled To The Tattoo Ballet Danceryour tall blond and beautifulThe Balled To The Tattoo Ballet Dancer1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
men must crumble at your feet
or at least i would
you stand there in your black leotard and shorts
a body so tight and slim
i wish i could just run my hands on the curves of your body
to feel every part of those soft and tight ridges
so gentle i would be
so entranced you make me
then you start to dance
you lift you perfectly tattooed arm
the light hits the color in it bring out the pretty shades of blue, black, green, orange and yellow
your head turns with eyes shine with concentration
suddenly the music starts
but to me you start the music
because without a beat lost you move
your body lifts from the ground
like a leaf caught in the wind
I can feel my heart skip a beat
so smoothly she lands on her feet
there is not much i can say
for to explain the beauty of it would only be little it.
What I hateI hate this.What I hate1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I hate us.
I hate you.
I hate you for making me smile
I hate you for caring for me
I hate you for being nice
I hate you for thinking i'm pretty
I hate you for staying up till 3
just to talk to me.
I hate you for excepting me
I hate you for being so perfect
I hate you making me yours
I hate you for being my boyfriend
I hope you don't take this the wrong way. I just don't really know what love is.....
10.32.15Both reaching in the dark, blind,10.32.151 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Each looking for love that's kind,
We fall together and find
Our hands fit well intertwined,
Our minds fit well when combined—
So well that I am inclined
To say that we were designed
So our souls could be aligned.
And "love" we'd have redefined,
Babe, so that all of mankind
Would have our love be enshrined.
All we'd have to do is find
Somewhere that is unconfined
So we can fall intertwined,
And so that we can remind
Everyone that love is kind.