There is a difference between liking it and
getting use to it

Life in a metro
  Crazy place
Crazy people
You'll hate it
But you'll love it
   Talk to any one
  Everyone is available to Talk
No one sleeps
Everyone is high
Not on ****
But in spirits
  No no not delhi.
   Ye noida hai meri jaan
It's like
The student is the new principal now

Her still state
Is gorgeously ornate
Makes me want to be her personal oblate
I hope my passion is never too soon or late
I want our wants and desires to equate
Your mental health being healthy
Your spirit being wealthy
And your body to be at a constant state of relaxation
Mine is always in a state of taxation
But you can be the difference
I can be your deference
And your protector
You make it so easy when you're an injector of emotions
What an intense devotion
I don't need those potions
Or those spells
She didn't do anything to lure me
I was already there
My heart is spare
Of emptiness
When she's present
You'd be my Christmas
Don't worry about buying me gifts
You already repair my rifts
That's enough by itself
You'll always be enough
By yourself

It feels like I'm repeating the pattern
Ambition vaster then Saturn
My heart refuses to be cold like Vattern
People always have their back turned
It's nothing new to me
The improvements have been few to me
Don't try and start a feud with me
I get why they took a knee
Because hate is on a killing spree
It's been awhile since I drank a pouch of Capri
I'm not trying to be a fusee
Only when it is done the correct way
I could write this all day
But not feel like I'm exigent
It just continues and effects like vesicant
I hope that there's a mouthwash that reduces this bad taste
Because I hope these aren't a waste
I aspire to not be copy and paste
I still got a ton of haste
I'm opened up, spaced
I hope this doesn't debase
My prior work before this
I'm just reiterating how I feel
Turning it into a spiel
Living in poetry is ideal
So I hope these words congeal
And hold the same appeal
To the newer readers
You're not the bottomfeeders
You are the possible leaders
To this stormy and confused campaign
Help end the blain
That's caused me mental pain
I just want to be your Thomas Paine
But I can't unless you show me your light
So we can sleep better every night
To end stress, people get high as a kite
I know that isn't right
We can't ignore the problem
We have to create a way to stop them
And that's been the desperate attempt I've had
That's why I get so glad
When I achieve it
You are not something I ever want to aggrieve.

the beauty that is more than skin deep
is the beauty of her ocean eyes
that swell and sway
and open to raw divine innateness .
Beauty is in her gentle steady hand and in her open smile.
in the depths of her buoyed soul
so full it leaks from the cracks in her rib cage
onto the pages of her skin
leaving every bit of her heart on her sleeve on purpose.
feminine and imperfect
pink and smudged  
open and raw
beauty is more than skin
take a look within yourself
look at your mother
your cousin
she is loveliness
exterior beauty is bliss,
but a kind soul is wonderful

Every day, I dream
Of copulation with you
You don't notice the feelings that make me move
Simply for you
Despite the sheer infidelity and lack of loyalty
I'll pay my royalties
By only desiring you and you only
You can get my fires started without trying too hard
If only you knew the disruption you create within me
Would you finally see the greatness
Within you.

I'm picky with girls
Because I need an angel
Not just anyone

you are not your age,
nor the colour of your hair,
you are not your weight,
or the size of clothes you wear.
you are not your name,
or the dimples in your cheeks,
you are all the books you read,
and all the words you speak,
you are your croaky morning voice,
and the smiles you try to hide.
you're the sweetness in your laughter
and every tear you've cried,
you're the songs you sing so loudly,
when you know your all alone
your the places that you've been to,
and the one that you call home,
you're the things that you believe in
and the people that you love.
you're the pictures in your bedroom
and the future that you dream.
you are made of so much beauty,
but it seems that you forgot,
when you decided that you were defined
by all the things your not.
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Even with the vastness of things to acquire
Closeness and trust
Skin to skin
Soft thrusts
No indication of lust
Leave those assumptions in the dust
I desire a touch
That'll keep me feeling optimistic
Knowing it's a returned feeling
To let go of the stress I constantly have
Instead of lashing out
Let me make you sweat
And go all over the room
Hoping to make you finish soon
I care about that more then my own pleasure
I want to be proud of my work
Not only on paper
But with spreaded bed sheets and pillows on the floor
Bed cover coming off
And a spring with a shortened life span
I'll do the best I can
To keep that beautiful smile on your face
I want to be the reason you don't worry your place
With clothes, food and necessities
I can cope without the others if needed
But definitely not you
My one and only necessity
My whole destiny
To give you all my promises
That's the only way I'll ever feel content
My beautiful convent
Ready to commit to my Sunday service

So what you gained a little weight
It won't make a difference to me when your legs are up in the air and I'm in between there
The more of you I get to touch
The better things are
Don't worry about being fat
Because you won't be
But thicker thighs
Save lives
With deeper sighs
Of pleasure
Don't worry about the measure
I'd still be enjoying what I see
Pure as the Seven Seas
You'll always be more gorgeous then me
Never forget that
I'll still want to get you finished on surface bumpy or flat
You can teach me yoga on your yoga mat
That's how I see that