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 Apr 2014 Jazzelle Monae
PrttyBrd
Please.......
Stop talking
For I cannot be who you need me to be
I cannot be who you love
For I am neither wind, nor rain, nor summer sun
I cannot light your nights like a full moon and it's glittering counterparts

Please.......
Stop talking
For I cannot be what you see in me
I cannot be who you love
For I am neither Princess, nor Queen, nor damsel  in distress
I cannot save you and I do not want to be saved

Please.......
Stop talking
For I cannot be the she in your dreams
I cannot be who you love
I encompass no fancy tales of enchantment
I cannot promise an ending full of happiness; I can only promise an ending

Please.......
Stop talking
For I cannot be your fantasy
I cannot be who you love
For I am just a girl inside a woman, I am less a lady than you deserve
And despite my honest words, my heart pleads

Please.......
Don't ever cease
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Uplift me
Take me
Make me
Break me
Take me to another world.
Give me a night like a love song,
Where nothing goes wrong.
Where all that can be, will be.

Hold me,
Write to me,
Sing to me,
Break through my squirms of disbelief,
When you touch me - *Where no one else has been.



Your lips on every part,
Every shadow,
Every groove,
Hands gliding through every piece of hair.
Hold me, guide me, teach me.
Those eyes - That stare.

Tell me, Don't stop,
Tell me how you feel,
While you touch me,
Your body, Your soul-
Free--
To love me,
To show me,
A language of love spoken by your eyes
When you look at me,
A language only I perceive.
Write me poetry - with your glare,
Those eyes - That stare.

Taking me to that place,
Ecstatic,
Dramatic,
Mystical,
Amazing,
In reality it is silent,
Moments of our lives pass us by,
Without a care,
You make me think of nothing,
Though a thousand worries there.

You allow me to drift-
             I'm drifting.
  *Uplift me
 Apr 2014 Jazzelle Monae
amrutha
The sea kissed the shore
The earth made love to the core
The heavens opened wide their gates and doors
Icy drops of fresh rain blessed the floor.
The fog masked over the moon
Nocturnal lovers cherishing the boon
As nice as under an umbrella in summer noon
Kids licking honey off a silver spoon.
Thoughts of beautiful things flock my mind
The feeling is indescribable
The impossible happen
When you look into my eyes like you do.
 Apr 2014 Jazzelle Monae
amrutha
Lips of an angel
Her skin, sun-kissed
Hard to bid farewell
Beauty descends upon her bliss.
That curve on her lips
The structure of those hips
Her smile, jailed you in ecstasy
For her, your nights you skip.
Exploring deeper down,
Her beauty matches her ego
Her body hides her corrupt soul
Jealousy, hatred and disloyalty
Her heart—rotten, beastly and stole.
I remember God on the family tree.
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