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Zaina R Aug 2012
Heart so heavy,
Actions so uncontrollable,
Can't be without you.
Have you forgotten or just busy?
What's in the future?

I pray for strength.
I pray for the best.
Zaina R Aug 2012
Why do i do this to my self?
Missing you was better,
I should have just held back.
Am i that weak?

Missing you was better
At least in my head i still thought you were mine.
What do you think of me now?
I don't want to seem so attached.

Missing you was better
Now when i hear those songs they don't matter anymore
I don't  really feel them anymore.
At least in my head i thought i had someone even if there was no label attached to it.
Zaina R Aug 2012
Is Mischievous!
Has no fear in being the center of attention.
Has no doubt in himself.
Strong, with a free heart, with a sharp face.
God has revealed every aspect of him except his smile.
His smile has hidden meaning to it.
It conveys secret messages to those who understand.
His eyes always want to play.
Which are small and dark,
That yearn so much making it impossible to turn away from them.
His face is long, tempting to touch.
Then his lips.
The bottom thicker than the top that is impossible not to kiss.
The lips are plain but very calling, creating desire to fill them, color them.
His arms are strong, his chest wide,
His hands warm that can completely engulf her.
He is that man who can hide her fully,
And only reveal her to himself.
God has revealed him to many but only THAT WOMEN can have him.
My Man.
(Continuation of my poem That Women)
Zaina R Aug 2012
IS HIDDEN.
Her face, her body.
God knows well what to hide and what to reveal.
Her skin as clear as water, as bright as the sun but as gentle as the early morning light.
As you take your hands to her face,
touching her perfect lines, running up to her cheekbones, running down along her sides to her pointy chin you notice her lips.
Lips that seem to be drawn by the perfect artist.
Naturally pink and smooth.
You look up to find her eyes.
Big and curved like an almond.
Long, think eyelashes that form an outline.
Eyes that are green  like an emerald,
which smile but at the same time dream.
Reaching her forehead you start to know her hair.
Her hair that dangles to the waist, her hair that is the softest, the blackest.
It almost seems like velvet.
Down you go to her neck thin and long
Then her waist tiny but curved.
Your hands fall into the depth of her waist,
Then out to her round hips that continue diagonally to her long legs.
Now that you have discovered her you know why she has been kept hidden.
God is all knowing,
He has made her just for you,
just for your eyes,
just for your hands.
She is hidden but not from YOU.
can you describe your perfect man or women?
Zaina R Aug 2012
When ever he sees her, he finds her so so attractive,
even though she may not be the most beautiful girl.
Every time she is around him,
his heart starts beating so fast,
its takes some time to become normal again.
He can be himself around her and loves when she smiles really big,
especially if it is he who made her smile.
He loves her shy smile and how sometimes she can become so shy.  
He could look at her all day and not get bored.
He likes her gentleness and calm nature but at the same time how she is lively and energetic.
Most of all he admires how strong she is with her values but wishes she would express her feelings.
He loves how she acts like a kid sometimes,
how she is so young inside.
He loves how she is so secretive of her shampoo and how she is obsessed with soccer.
He loves her caring nature towards him.
Not to get to personal but he can't get enough of her curves.
She is very attractive to him, her height, skin color, hair every thing is perfect.
Basically he likes everything about her.
Zaina R Aug 2012
Just thinking about you, picturing your face lights a fire in me.
What if you were to actually be here, sitting next to me?
what would happen then? If you were to hold my hand,
touch my face or suddenly embrace me?
What would happen to me then?
so guys what would happen??
Zaina R Aug 2012
I see something.
I know most of it
I imagine all of it.
I want it more than anything.

You try everything.
You know a little
You feel all of it
You realize it somewhat
You do it completely, unconsciously .
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