star signs are typically not for me,
but she is a Libra

this girl is genuine
no one can break that,
a lot of **** comes her way
but she can shake that

she is a Libra

the love that she carries is pure
you could never ask for more.
morning, afternoon or evening,
whatever time of day she will take you for a tour.

get your mind out the gutter
I'm not talking ****** or lust.
I'm talking about a soul that understands.
a friend that'll lend you a hand.

she is a Libra

the platonic energy she carries will have you left in a stutter.
conversations, laughter and a vibe
like a queen bee leaving her hive.
without her presence,
there will be no essence.

put these points into play
and try have the cheek to tell me there is another way.

she is a Libra.

the friendship she carries is a bridge,
connecting us across any distance.
however, many cars come in between.
for instance:

traffic wears down the road
mirroring the fatigue in her eyes.
a tired feeling is starting to arise.
now as you can see
there is a heavy load of doubt,
a crushing weighing on her soul,
weighs her down.

guilt and worry,
boulders on the road ahead,
blocking her way
leaving a trace of foreshadowing
for her day.

over thinking.
questioning every decision she makes,
all for the day to come,
where she truly breaks.

she is a Libra.

It is not just a libra that finds it hard to understand.
at the end of the tunnel there is something bright.
is it the light?
another pathway coming to sight?
you will never know,
unless you get in that car.
buckle your belt.
roll down your window.
to enjoy that breeze that you once felt.

she is a Libra!

the road may seem long,
and doubts may arise,
but remember your strength,
a fire that never dies.
your friends are your compass,
guiding you true,
we will face every challenge,
and see you through.

She is a Libra

I am not one to talk about your emotion,
but as a friend I have that devotion,
to give you motion,
like a day at the beach I allow you to be one with the ocean.
Think of me as an open ear.
always there for you when you have a fear,
I'll listen close, without a sneer,
and offer comfort, to help you persevere.

Libras are intellectual.
Libras are diplomatic..
Libras bring harmony.

And the Libra I know brings peace and grace.

My lungs filled with relief
as I sink deep within my seat,
comfort surrounds me
as my heart skips a beat

A deep breath in
now leads to a a slow exhale,
within a blink of an eye
all my worries start to fail.

Tension drains from my body
a ship sinking into the sea
as I smoke with my close friends
sharing stories, laughter and empathy?
Is how my life should be.

secrets, secrets, secrets
one must not tell,
upon the horizon lies a mysterious girl,
seraphic.
or angelic i must say,
for what i’d do to make you come my way.

eyes that penetrate the soul,
hair that that looks like an angel,
a smile that makes my eye roll

this is a feeling yet to unfold
from a friendship to admire
to a relationship that’ll have ppl ready to inquire.

25 letters in the alphabet but only 4  speaks power.
S.E.F.I
Those letters alone look as beautiful as a flower.

S is for sunshine, which shines bright in the sky,
when we don't talk I feel as if life is a lie.
Let me hear your voice, tell me about your day,
rant to me if you need, so I can put all your pain away.

E is for eloquent. Fluent and expressive.
She has a way with her words,
that makes me act so so possessive.

F is for forward. she is always straight to the point,
if she knows what she wants
then that is what she will get.
That I will never forget.
The day we opened up to each other,
is a day I'll never regret.

I is for impeccable. I don't see any wrongs.
Just a girl getting through life
like cutting down trees in a rainforest with just a knife.

When I think of SEFI I think of a stolen moment,
a precious art, carved within this beating heart.
The way she moves, the way she sees.
Awakens feelings, wild and free.

Sunshine in her eyes, a radiant gleam,
Elegance in motion, a graceful dream.
Firefly in the night, a gentle grace,
Intensely drawn, to this sacred place.

I  stop and stare. at her eyes I glare.
With elegance they dance and short hair flows in the midnight air,
But the alarm clock screams, a jarring sound,
Shattering illusion, all around.
Yet the memory lingers, a bittersweet trace,
Of her phantom touch, her ethereal face.