Hey  you
Do you know what's ****?
A real conversation

you always had such beautiful hair.
so short and honey blonde.  
every night you took your hair off
and I did not know why.
but underneath your hair
you had more hair.
your secret hair was long
brittle and thin.
it was silver, white, and grey.
you never showed your secret hair,
it was always wound tightly in a little bun.
I never saw that secret hair much
until you got sick.
you stopped wearing your honey blonde hair
as much.
I started to love your secret hair.
in the end,
it wasn't so secret after all.

Attempted infatuation
My life's narration
My Perfect persuasion
I Failed that occasion
Covered  lamentation
Stopped this invasion
Rocked with temptation
That Shines radiation
Forcing your nomination
Times conversations
Leads to sensation
Your slick evasion
Sets my soul to rest and
Puts me to the test....
If time is your love then all my time ill invest.

I never realized I liked flowers until you gave me a garden
And we waited impatiently for them to bloom,
All bright and beautiful colors
I realized I hated flowers when they died
And I had to watch helplessly,
All by myself
-{ksf}

The female temple.
Hollow shell in the minds of men.
An autoclave
for a belly, a copy-and-paste mind
of blasphemies. A page
in man's contradictive bible. Just blondes and brunettes.
Just virgins and non-virgins.
Nothing more than breathing incubators.
I am a person, I have a brain, I say.
They smile at me with a condescending
wink. A nod. Good girl, well done.
They tousle my hair. Well fine, boys.
Watch me climb the ladder with one hand,
backwards, in heels. When I reach the top
I'll ram these six inch Louboutins
straight through your hearts.

i am powerful
i am a crashing wave
i am a conqueror.