I'd like to think that you were made for me.
That our heart shaped lips, were the symbol of our synchronized beat.
& that the way that I love you, was meant for the world to see.
& the mirrors I look into, never reflect the image of me without you.
Such a rare kind of love, only blessing a few. Understanding one another, like in a previous life you were me & I was you.
Like a pod with two peas, we were intended to be a pair.
Risking our lives to separate, should we dare.
I'd like to think that you were made for me.
For the way that I love you is so deep, & dearly.
& maybe one day my thoughts will become reality. Shouted from roof tops in a matter of  factuality.

I've been in a love a time or another, I have sisters & brothers, a father & a mother.
I've called disguised enemies bestfriends & believed they cared for me.
I've been in every situation regarding the complexities of a human relationship, & its dreadful rollercoaster of emotional intoxications.
I've had my highs & I've gotten beat down by the blows life rained on me.
I've let disappointments & betrayals plague me & depress me.
I've kept a closed mouth through the majority of my mistreatments, passive & submissive to all the things that have marred me.
I have my own testimonial story, & I'm strong enough today to keep it from destroying me.
The me I am today, can say " I understand the difference between speaking up to save my soul, & keeping quit to keep the pain inside.
The difference in walking away for the better & clinging to the wishful hope that it will get better.
The strength to keep quiet when necessary & speak loud & proudly for in the things I believe. "
In ever intricate situation I have risen.
My strength, not to be mistaken or underestimated.
I am a savior, & I will continue to do so.
No soul on earth would like to see me happy, in the way the soul I harbour inside myself does.
My trials & tribulations, are the best part of me.
Keep me or leave, I will always be me.

A touch that can make me weak
And drastically alter my heartbeat
Kisses that make me feel as if i werent using my feet
Shoulders to support my head when its filled with dread
Hands to wipe my tears when they are filled with fear
Ears to hear my cry when my hearts dyng inside
Eyes to see my pain instinctively knowing when to bring me out of the rain
& a heart that beats the same as mine
rhythm and all willfully intertwined

There is true art in words
Past the arguments & debates between worlds.
More meaningful than the daily gossip, wide spread news between groups of girls.
Deeper than the pictures painted, for those who can not see.
Communication without words, resulting in generations acting primitively
More commonly misunderstood, no guidelines to follow
Not even a bible to read, the fruit for uplifting our souls spiritually  
No narratives to relate to, or even songs to sing  
The expression of one's character, minimized as far as only sight can see.    
Even those who can not hear, use words to speak.                  Swift movement of their hands, body language and gestures
All used to forms words ya see.
Men say women use them to much, women say men don't use them enough
Both parties using them the same, most with intentions of relaying true love
No hobby or passion untouched by its beauty
There is true art words, without them... where would we be? ...