Time is of the essence And against the timeline of deliverance, I have struggled to focus Which isn't normal because I have a special deadline For something destined for my timeline. It's a masterpiece I have to write. If the universe plants words in the constellation And blesses each poet through his imagination, why then is my diction so quiet, And where are you dear inspiration? Please rescue me in my time of desperation. Kindly tell the poetic overlords That I ran out of words Tell them I'm in a limbo and it ***** I need a solution that works because all boils down to the mechanical wall clock Held hostage by this episode of writer's block.
Looking at you, And your beautiful eyes, I see you with a guy And wonder why... Longing for you stares and Your sweet smiles. While with another And I'm here standing by Acting as if I'm fine, While all I want to do Is to have you, All mine.
I might not even be your type As maybe you're not bi.
It was written sometime ago... feelings towards this person have changed to a better friendship, but i thought it was too nice not to share
I don't understand how one person can: Send my heart into overdrive, Make my stomach do backflips, Lift me into an everlasting happiness.
I'm not quite sure how: Your eyes are like gateways to a place I've been longing to find, Your touch is as magical as the childhood dreams I once had, Your kiss is as powerful as an army defending their home.
What are these feelings I seem to possess? I don't quite understand what you do to me, This grip you have that sweeps me off my feet And leaves me feeling as if I am unbreakable.
What are these feelings I have when I'm lost in time with you?
I seem to be bound to something that's out of bounds...drowned to the sound of nothing cause she aint around, now I'm here with these windows down writing nouns, we used to be high together but lately we're on different clouds...I seem to have found higher ground with you, the only woman, I would ******* ride or die for you, my world was so complete, but I guess dreams aren't for keep, I got a bottle of *****, a gun and your voicenotes on repeat
Do you know what rain is? Rain is heaven crying For all the pain in the world All the people who hurt themselves and others All the children who die All the fear And all the ill gotten gain. People don’t care They keep hurting others They keep killing and thieving They keep hurting with the knife or gun Screaming at other Words hurt more than the knife sometimes