It's a rainy day,
Many games to play,
While some are outside,
It's inside I crave.
And I hope you know what inside I mean,
The inside that's clean,
Always wet and warm waiting for me to slip in.
It's like warm seas, just needing to take a dip,
While the rest of the body works, and tongue kissing no lips.
I'm so cold, I just want to cuddle and be held,
With a grip from her waist tighten hips,
Bodies so warm so we twist and turn,
And our hearts race and neck burns.
No sound but the rain drops,
That bounce off many roof tops,
And that bonce back,
With my hands around her back like back straps.
Craving is a joke,
And I ain't talking about some drinks and smoke,
But like that lay down, lay back and that neck choke.
*******,
Or even inside her, where its warm like in snow coats.
It's the feeling all about now. I can't stop thinking,
About tongue kissing, breast squeezing and her back sinking.
Straight shots and I don't mean drinking,
Like one foot short and long and I ain't talking about limping.
Only that moan hearing, *** clapping and **** stroking.
It's a rainy day,
So what you expect,
Only play fighting, rain bathing or even football playing,
Well what about *** gaining, back straining and our bodies paining,
When we're done and *** dripping like taps flowing.
It's just me craving.
And if we can't do all of that well we could still hug,
And bite each other like bed bugs,
And I'll still kiss you and squeeze your *******,
Although that's the most we might get to do but it's still love.
I'm just missing you, missing holding, hugging and kissing you.
But don't worry, I'll get over it,
Then maybe take a ****,
Thinking about you mostly then remember about this poem and say it's lit.
Then I'll lay in bed while the rain falls,
Because I'm too cold to go outside.
Then I'll knock out and dream about it all.

Deeply unmatched inside than the outer ring,
I see beauty and the beast beneath my skin.
A soft and tender heart most people take and throw away,
I still give my heart again openly, but no one really cares about its part to play.

Unidentified and regularly unseen,
I have a heart of a king but always ill treated by a queen.
Maybe because I have no familiarity with love or what it is,
Or maybe I know love and just can't tell what it is.

Am I nice to you? Am I beautiful to you?
Am I worth anything at all or am I just a clue?
And if I would where be you say it shows the most,
Maybe the inside, but not the spirit's host.

I'm Ugly I know, don't have to say it, it shows,
Every one laughs behind my back, and when my eyes are closed.
Sometimes I sit and sulk, or just cry it out,
I hear them say "he's ugly" with their eyes, and they don't have to say or shout.

Rejection is different, that's what my mother said,
And I know I'll always stay the same and it's posted in my head.
But I no longer feel to cry or sit alone and frown,
I know I'm ugly, and I have always accepted it but it won't keep me down.

So I'll love myself more than anyone would say they do,
And I'll love the ones who love me for true.
It's not how you look on the outside anymore,
Because I know my mind and soul is clean and my heart is pure.

Too little too late to cry,
When someone met their faith and unfortunately dies,
And lays in their study, why tears drip from your eyes.
And a gush feeling like of guilt runs down your thigh.
What's the cost of this now, when you had all the time to spare,
When you had the chance to enjoy good times when that person was still here.
Instead, you wait for him or her to fall,
Then shed a tear and lie about your all.

Too little too late to cry,
All your hard work was in vain,
You're not mad, not stupid but fully sain,
And yet still you have to walk through more pain.
You waste your time studying what has no gain,
And doing works that leaves no stain.
But you cry when you drop and fail,
Don't cry, because you can try again.
With what cost, and why were you blind,
You have been so far in front, now you're so far behind.
You waste your time at school, while you played the fool,
Now when hard life hits you, you choose to sit on the stool.
And that's your fault, not his, hers or mine,
You ****** up so now you have to do your time.

Too little too late to cry,
You were a player so you left her cold,
Cheated, abused, mocked and scold.
Because you had her, but you weren't told,
That she would get fed up and leave your only fold.
And you cry when she chooses to walks away,
When she says I'm done and I can no longer play.
Now poor you is left alone, so mentally unstable,
But she couldn't take it anymore, because you brought pain to the table.
And you begin to realize how much you loved her when she's gone,
Still too late, so either fight for her or just move on.

Too little too late to cry,
When you listen to the voices around you and not the one in your head,
They're telling you to let go but you say you won't until you're dead.
Well, that's what you say at least to yourself,
Leaving no other possibilities on your shelf.
You believe if you love her then you won't let go,
And you would be strong and take things slow.
Some of the few choose to separate,
Because of what the voices around them place on the plate.
And poor you later on in life meets her again,
When she's worthwhile and has prosperity and gain.
Seeing her with someone else makes you sad,
And then these voices start laughing at you, and you get mad.
But too little too late to cry, you time has passed and your chances are gone,
Because of everything you ever hold back on.

Don't sleep at night believing everything is alright,
There are vampires lurking, for when the time is right.
Don't fight or catch cold sweat and fright,
Just keep guard and be aware of those you choose to delight.

And be careful, because they come out at day,
Say Hi in your face then behind your back they'll prey.
They can be a friend, family or even a stranger,
Just be acquitted and vigilant because they bring danger.

They thirst for blood and your energy they seek,
They prey on the rich and strong and even on the poor and weak.
They have no mercy they just want what interest them,
They don't want to see anyone with a positive system.

Walk with your garlic and you short spears,
Use it and don't be afraid when they get near.
Be humble and wise but also ruthless and bold,
And stab for the heart and make them shiver up and cold.

If you don't, well then prepare your grave,
And let them take your soul and become their slave.
Just remember whose name to shout out and call,
God can curse man because God blessed all.

If I fail, then there's no bail from my jail,
Only a one way sail to a desolate trail.
Emerged in the ground like a worm hiding from a bird,
Like the prodigal son, so far from his herd.

If I fail, I might just stop and stop thinking,
Staring at the sky, with tears in my eyes and just blinking.
Imagining what went wrong and how can it be reversed,
Or is this it and I'm done for, left to suffer and cursed.

If I fail will they abandon me and go away,
Will they seek interest in someone or something else so to say.
Or would they bare my pain and be by my side through it all,
And comfort me whether the sun shines or the rain falls.

If I fail, what can I possibly do next,
I won't bother to talk or bother to act, and I'll just look hexed.
Pleasure and fun would no longer be in my mind,
Nor listening to music, or talking to friends in my free time.

If I fail, what sense does it make,
Was it to help find out who's real and who's fake.
But it won't matter, because when I get up I know,
To stay close to those who came to give their love and their support really show.

If I fail, everyone will lose faith in me,
Well besides God and the ones who claim that their hands are free.
But I'll remember the starting of it all and the vision I had,
When I was little and lacked knowledge as a lad.

If I fail, I fail for a reason,
Because every fruit grows and falls off its tree in every due season.
So I will get up and try harder with faith,
Because no man can help me, and only God is great.

If I fail, I will gain wisdom, knowledge and understanding,
Of what it takes to stay afloat and stay standing.
I'll know who's for me and stay true to them always,
And I'll do anything in life to ensure they are lifted and praised.

So if I fail, then there's no bail from my jail,
Only a one way sail to a desolate trail.
Emerged in the ground like a worm hiding from a bird,
Like the prodigal son, so far from his herd.
But that prodigal son did learn and returned to his nest,
And was accepted by the ones who supported and had faith in him even when he disobeyed and left them in distress.