Shout out loud
that's what you wanna do
Be a part of the crowd
That's what makes you live

Take all the drugs
blow some cash
Too much of those hair-bugs
Sneak the car and drive

You crave ***
You crave glory
You crave attention
But that's another story

You wanna be all cool
you'll do whatever it takes
You ain't abiding no rule
you try to make history

You crave pleasure
you want money
You want power
******* all it's way too sunny

It's the teenage life
Abortions, drugs, *** and ****
You have your kids without a wife
You live life like there's no tomorrow
You live life like there's no tomorrow...

To the girl with the alluring melanin...
skin the enticing & mouth-watering color of caramel

To the girl with the enigmatic mind,
subliminally affixed to mine**
ॐ
To the girl with the beautiful heartbeat
that coexists as one with mine.
To the girl with the winsome name
...my lips feel so much better when it's your name leaving.
To the girl with the mollifying voice,
your voice is the strongest tranquilizer I've ever encountered;
It apprehends all negativity I'm engulfed in
and brings me back to sanity again.
To the girl with the broken heart
shattered into a thousand pieces,
I'll spend 1,000 days putting each piece back together
and on the 1,001 day
you'll see that not only did I mend your heart
but I gave you remnants of mine.
To the girl who was at war with herself,
I've seen your battle scars.
To the girl who constantly goes back to war,
you are not alone and I won't ever allow you to be.
  ॐ                                     ॐ                                    ॐ  
To the boy with the perfectly sculpted face...
if you were to ever leave, I'd spend forever recreating it's beauty.

To the boy with the beautifully structured mind,
which never fails to unravel every mystery within mine.
ॐ
To the boy with the wavering heartbeat
that coexists as one with mine.
To the boy with the voice of a symphony of my favorite melody
that never fails to leaving a distinct sense of perfection in the air.
It scatters positivity throughout my body
reminding me of the purpose of my existence.
To the boy with the faltering heart
which never falters enough to give up on me.
And even if it did, I'd spend all my days
as a cardiovascular surgeon.
To the boy with the artistic fingers that paint with fire,
igniting every inch of my skin they lovingly skim over.
To the boy with the dark parallel lines freckled over his wrists,
reminding me of the heartache, and distress you once endured.
I'd spend every day of my life eradicating each piece
of pain-coated glass embedded in your heart.
You are not alone and I won't ever allow you to be.

she suffers through
a week of  hell
only to experience
a day of nirvana

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bronze hand alludes towards
path entering nirvana
ecstasy awaits
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Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved

A dairy wants to get written with an ink of tears
Your voice a song lingering in my ears
My love couldn't be last but seemed first to your soul
I believe, my spirit can hold you for a million of beautiful years

You're a dusk kissing my heart;
a beautiful wind blowing my mind;
a bird that's chirping around me
& a mid-night dream that's stemming through the time

A flower gets wilted without water
I want to breathe you, you love's like a quarter
The moon; the sun & the rain all belonged to you
Where would I be if my love ain't come outta blue?

You're quill; a fragile; an empty page
that's meant to get written without wage
Even the nirvana's to you, I blaze
You're a pleasure on all my nights
My heart utterly engaged to have you beyond the age.