I told her she was like poetry, simple yet complex.
it wasn't for her to know but for me to confess.
She was an intricately woven piece of artistry
that made me see what life could be
when you read between the lines
her smile mesmerized and her eyes read my mind
like a good piece her beats simply repeat
and with each step a new rhyme she'd meet
it was as if her entire being was one beautifully written poem
she could show me why the caged bird sings
and shine in a light equivilant to when the sun shine rings
she painted images of goddesses in her shadowy steps
she embodied Isis and Ra while i worshipped her like imhotep
provocative she was the truth exposed
heavenly she could insight the strongest of admirers stares fully clothed
she was a grace, she was a rhythm, she was simply everything
she was simple in her appearance, complex in her soul
interprettable in many ways it just depended on how far she'd let you go
I couldnt place my finger on the line that made me linger
but i knew it was written on her
I wanted to tell her of her majesty before others could corrupt her
So i walked to her and she watched as the wind caught my breath
i wanted to tell her everything but i was silent as death
for she was a performance, a piece that was true to her majesy
I said she was simple and complex, she was my poetry.