It takes alot
Loving you in these shoes.
It isn't horrible.
The way they fit.
The way they look.
Loving you in these shoes of mine.
It doesn't take much effort.
To slide my feet in.
Tie them, before a single step is taken.
Knowing all that goes unseen.
The padding & cushioning.
The flex of each step,
The urgency of how I long.
Revealing how much I've thought of you.
The many steps and puddles these shoes have walked.
They aren't waterproof.
They aren't well protected from wear & tear.
Loving you in these shoes of mine.
They are far from dress shoes,
Not even close to casual shoes.
They aren't the type of brand shoe everyone is in line to buy.
Stacy Adams, Adidas, Jordan.
Loving you in these shoes,
No one knows where to find them.
How many times they've come loose.
How many times the cushion has been replaced.
Loving you in these shoes of mine.
Knowing you've checked the tags of the name brand shoes.
The appeal of readily available colors

You want me to write poetry for you?
Because that's what I'll most likely do.
I wish we have at least kissed at once
You gave me a bellyache that can't be undone
I whisper your name as I fall asleep
With hopes that with it, my phone will lit and beep
21st century romance, we built friendship
in this web of lies, our hearts colder than ice
You said your body will be mine
But it's everyone else's, I was late to the races

so i like a girl.
and this infatuation
this attraction
has developed in short time,
received in short notice

and it started out with the small things

like how her beautiful tan skin
sorta glowed in the midst of
sunny daylight

like how the polish filled with
hues of blue
seemed to gradually
peel away at the
cracked seams

oh! oh and like how
easy it was to get her
smiling
that way whenever I felt
doubtful
I could always find the
comforting warmth
that the play on her lips
brought

ha, and another is that
she couldn't really hear
when there was a towel wrapped
around her ears
or when a gust of air from the fan
shot pass them,
trapping her in an imperfect silence

yeah it all kinda started with that

but you know I also fall for the big things too

like how her eyes illuminate with the words of her passion
how her voice climbs a little and
her smile getting
impossibly more
breathtaking

yes and I also like the
honesty that
seeps
from her aura
how she stays true to her
opinions
knows her
facts
and acts with such confidence it makes my heart ache in
both envy and longing

and it's crazy,
i mean
how infatuation keeps
chasing me

how it clung to me the
first chance it got

and I wish there was
more time
so that I could make the
feelings seem more
valid

less impulsive
slow them down
a bit

but like I said times before,
I just can't help it.

and I wish I could
shoo them away
like a fly on a typical hot summer's day

cause I know that those
feelings won't be reciprocated

but I guess it's not
natural that way

so inevitably
I'll just have to allow these
visitors
called feelings,
once again,
to stay

sulking and
throwing a
pity party,
day to day.

infatuation is a funny thing.
it doesn't rhyme with love,
but it sure sounds a lot like it.
ideallic,
surreal,
mostly because it isn't.

silly girl,
you didn't see
what was right in front of you.
you saw imagination.
you saw perfection.
life isn't Barbie,
and he isn't Ken.

don't be fooled by the fantasies
inside your head.
the mind is a universe of its own.
unexplored,
full of wonder and surprise.
trickery and demise.
seek out what is real,
and decipher what is not.

I keep smiling down at my brussel sprouts and I think people are noticing.

One of the best feelings
The first bite of my favorite meal.
It's hard to decide if it's hunger
Or anticipation.
All of this savored in smile.
The spice of salt, pepper among things
The aroma coming from plate to spoon,
The simplicity of it all.
I live for this feeling,
This warm cozy feeling,
A tight hug from meal to lips.
Theres no better feeling.
Tight hugs
Followed by her kisses

She's the type of girl you get ****** to
Late night conversations
Broken down wrapped tight
The type of girl you laugh & trip with,
Without intention of escape,
A means of quick get away.
The type of girl that's good for your mental.
Filled with hopes & dreams
Down for whatever, at anytime.
Not the average high you'll find.
Shes not a shot type of girl.
Out in the height of the night,
The one you turn to
to run away from your problems.
A bitter taste chased one after another.
She was the girl not everyone is familiar with
But has heard of.
Her type of high one of intellect
not easily found on the block.
Friend of a friend hipped on game


She was the type of girl that put you on the real.
The type you tilt your head to the left and puff.
The type of high you only dream about.
Real tokers know her brand of intrigue
The kind of high you keep to yourself

Put me to sleep
I says put me back to sleep
and lock the door


I got some place to be
Got someones to see.


You can't understand
You surely can't understand


I needs to dream my same dream
I needs to dream my same dream I says


This old life does me no good
My eyes, they need to be closed I says.


Finds me a woman I met sometime last night


No madder how I tell it,
You can't understand this thang I know fo' certain.


I says put me back to sleep
I says put me back to sleep
Can't you see
I got some place to be
Got someones to see

A large percentage of my favorite dreams end too soon.
My eyes open and I regret the moment I open them.
A large percentage of my favorite dreams ending too soon.
While I lay there unable to find my way back.
A large portion of my life spent unaware of my surrounding
until I wake up.
The reality that I'll never find my way back.
Some of my best smiles, favorite memories of what could have been.
Discovered while I leave everything behind
And close my eyes for seconds longer
This unexpected moment I close my eyes & begin to dream.
My eyes skipping through every smile.
To see where I end up, the faces I haven't seen in a long time
Re-Living a moment of peace.
When my eyes open
It's not completely the dream I resent why I open my eyes.
It's the complete and utter feeling of not knowing what could have been.
Known that you were the sweetest dream I could have fallen into
Stumbling in and out of every laugh.
Known the sweetest kiss I could have ever dreamed
Came from you