Broken beyond repair
Time will soon reveal
Growing up as just one the guy
Could **** really **** **** up when the time come she meets a man showing interest
Sure she has experience but
She doesn’t contain any relationship knowledge that most consider to be logic
She’s always been one the dudes
An underdog for dudes in various crews
She let herself be used
Just for the fact she was wanted even if it be just for the night
She taught herself it was alright
To stand on her own
Time went on she remained as underdog
Until she met the man who showed her all of what she never expected to happen in this lifetime
It all was tough even more since she had no ex boyfriends or guys drooling to her presence
Everything was confusing
Because she grew up a just one the dude
She thought it be too good to be true
That one day a dude would be more than a friend , lover or be even better
A best friend and lover
That’s not meant for people like her
People like her could only get to lucky to be an underdog, just one the guys
So even now she believes it’s all too good to be true Hahahaha jokes on you
She will remain ruined
With only time to tell
If there ever comes a true man
Big enough to reveal
She’s more than just one the dudes
She’s a real queen
And deserves to feel
What most don’t care for these days
Doesn’t all this sound lame
Gunna hit the hay
Before I have to pay
For sharing what shouldn’t be said

"HI THERE, STRANGER..!"

A certain slant of light
(in the evening)
said to me softly:

” A stranger was here
...looking for you.”

“She spoke your name
as one who had loved you.”

I thanked the light
and hurried on until I came upon

a certain kind of birdsong
(I was unfamiliar with) .

Delightedly it told me:

“ A stranger was here
...asking of you.”

She spoke your name
as one who had loved you.”

Thanking the twittering
I hurried along.

A sunrise and a sunset
also spoke of this stranger

who spoke with goodness
in her heart
and always asked for me,

Many times our paths
crossed...
...or we just missed each
other.

“ A stranger...just gone...
your name...full of love.”

Finally I found the stranger
or the stranger found me.

(What does it matter) ?

The stranger was no stranger.

She greeted me with a kiss.

I kissed her kiss
and embraced her embrace.

“Is it time yet? ”
I asked her.

“Not yet...”
she smiled and whispered
“...not yet.”

“So, to what do I owe
this visit.”

“I just wanted to see
if you...remembered me? ”

I grinned: “How could I forget...”

We kissed goodbye.

I waved.

She waved.

I said goodbye to

my Death.

There is a woman who always keeps her head up high.
Her eyes sparkle like a bright star in the sky.
She has the stamina, beauty, and courage that one would admire,
Even the love and happiness one inspires.
She is a women that one can always count on,
And a woman that sees no wrong.
Her beauty shines from the inside out,
It flows like a journey down a long route.
Her smile shines beautifully like the sun rising over the horizon,
And her intelligence, wisdom, and hard work are not surprising.
She is a genuinely caring women 
Who goes the extra mile to help one in need or broken hearted,
And throughout all of her hard work, 
No one ever sees her fall apart.

sometimes
                                                       ­                         my
                                     ­ brain
                       doesn’t
                                                       ­     work

right
                                                ­                               and

                             my

                                              thoughts

     ­                                         scatter

               ­                                                    like
                               beads

                                     spilled
                               on
                                                              ­                 tile

floor

Every Monday when I face you.
Your ball-shaped absorbing eyes.
Your pointy little nose as I observe a mouse.
Your reddish hot-lip.
Astonishing colored auburn faded into fair curvy hair.
All in all a fascinating facade.
But at all, just a facade.

She drowns behind her mirror.
Broken under the surface of the ocean.

Too often I think about her, to help her.
I ask her what she thinks about the world.
I know she has rotten roots inside her.
Carries and buries them deep inside her.
That's why I want to help her.
Illustrate the importance of her.
Create an urge to live and love.

We see us eye to eye.
Ask her to figure her situation.
An incomparable conversation.
It's like apples and oranges.
I let her know that her style is magnificent.
I wanna hug her. After I asked
May I hug you?
She feels cosily warm and comfortably soft.

Slowly I realise that reality distorts my reality.
Confused, I realise that we never talked
together.
Swiftly, I perceive that we just looked
at each other.
Sadly, since we know that we like
to one another.
Finally, we admit that we are
broken beings.

I change my colors
According to the situation
Depending on the person

I change my colors
Try to blend in
It feels like a sin

I change my colors
To keep the true ones from showing
Trying to keep the cup from overflowing

I change my colors
This is the curse I bear
My lungs are filled
With someone else's air

I change my colors
To camouflage the stain
Upside down smiles
To cover up the pain

I change them so much
I can no longer find my own
And as the search continues
My palette will surely grow