Is the view of the world slanted within your rare view?
A well built imagination of what you'll love me to become
My ****** body wouldn't allow you to keep falling before your time is called to serve
Lack of understanding allowed us to become
a project of what most people have lost the feeling of
Our soulmates are ideals of ourselves
I won't attend to losing myself within your views

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Will I become the pages in your diary?
A breath taker created in the form of words,
a title to tell a story of a prince fighting his way to you, an idea of creativity and distraction
Will you rip me from your diary if I only brought to you sorrow
a flow of words that others won't comprehend other than yourself.
How many endings will you make of me until everything falls into place?
Will I become your final sonnet ?
Continue giving breath to your diary filled with words

By: Leory Santana Dawn

He became the very breath that she couldn't chase after as for her... she became the the tale of a lost woman
Together they were bonded

By: Leory Santana Dawn

I'm still learning to carry the weight of my own existence

To follow suit in this world I've become adversely resistant.

It's such a hostile place you can become broken in an instance

Blind of vanity I store my eyes in a cardboard box

For all that is essential can only be seen by ones heart.

Everything and everyone that is real cannot visibly be seen without seeing every part.

We are each uniquely a miraculous work of art.

But no matter the form of beauty the world may just tear you apart.

We are all flowers in the winds of fear and temptations.

Humans often lack understanding, kindness and patience.

Though we all have the ability to change the world and achieve greatness.

Most choose to be ungrateful and remain faceless.

Perhaps I've chosen to see past all the greed and hatefulness.

Lost among the stars I am reminded the universe is vastly bigger than all of this.

Delicious,
fill me with your flavor
let your sweetness
take residence in my mouth
treat your essence
like a fragrance
and wear you out
make you my delicacy
and bare your fruits
delicately until our pleasures amount
releasing your pure juices
like a faucet they
spew out