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Enzo Aug 2017
A social reverend preaching justice to the poor, telling them things and selling them dreams
work in progress/ will add if inspiration hits
Enzo Aug 2017
a downpour
the season in which I was born,
baby shower- we made a pond,
now let's insert a pun...
oh wait, it's already done
but it was a bad one

i guess i'm still wet behind the ears..
oh **** another one, slip of the tongue, and i'm all washed up from the stress

it's absurd but i'm drowning in the rain- a bad metaphor for negative over thinking maybe.
though by the way i have a paper heart and i'm stuck in the rain, won't anyone save me? guess not

i'll get high with my words just to fill a hole of emptiness brought by confusion and doubt, to blur out noises from outside with noises from the inside, a distraction through a mute facade of confidence and an assurance to myself that i am okay.

it's convoluted i know; from making puns to emotional grunts, it doesn't make sense- i don't make sense
Enzo Jul 2017
There's an artroom in your thighs, a gallery in your eyes.
When you kiss me at my lips, i feel it in my hips, I'm getting lost in your embrace as our tongues intertwine; twisting and tickling and swimming under each other's skin.
Baby, this is sin, this is beauty, this is passion; the perfect sensation

In a candle lit room- the highlights of your hair emanates a raw sensual flair.
Into your soul, through your body, I dared to stare without a care and witnessed a sight of a wicked hue: ***** with all the kinks, flashy with a grace of ****, thrashingly ******, and sincerely lewd but you make it look good.

You fill up my senses when you moan under the moonlight, melting me with your skin, and traversing the fabrics of my tongue with yours.
In the heat of it all under the sheets, under the darkness you are all I see, and getting lost in you is all I want to be
Enzo Jun 2017
She has the perfect teeth, a smile that sweeps you off your feet
The sweetest tongue with a song unsung
Look into her eyes and getting lost will sound nice
I'm always shook with the way she looks,
She's simply too divine to just be mine
Enzo May 2017
I thought of you as my saviour; a company to my endeavors, but you took a turn and now it's over.
You got me drunk on your company but now I'm sober.
Woke up from this delusion called friendship- caused by the promises you didn't keep.
Short poem series
Enzo May 2017
You were my light, so bright.
Never would've thought that you'd bring me blight, that you'd teach me spite, that you would give up on me when you told me to fight
Short poem series
Enzo May 2017
I'll find something better within the seams of silence and no utter,
for life had taken a crowd, it's best not be proud
though ever just as loud, this pain that paints a horrid
in silence I shall find peace, for lost I will be and healed I might be
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