Poem Titled: Poetic Stranger Part I Written By: Ana Michelle I added a few things this afternoon that might give me the urge to fall into each letter that spell the word L.O.V.E with a stranger. With a love that might be more than my ordinary type danger Like the risk of willing to fall Even if its leads me face first Even if it leads for my words to burst While I continue to listen to the words the begin to come out of your mind I find in your smile the scars. That your soul has turned into bars That has lead your heart to no longer shine like the moon and stars That has your mind make love still seem so beautiful even with pain. Even though it travels through your bloodstream and back down your spine Ive created that same pain mine That same pain that gets me to still want to love But this time thank Cupid For being so stupid-ly Caught up in your desire As the poetic spell hits me Like Chaka Khans through the fire Simply still I cant help but stop and make no sound As I saw the smile you ripped out of that screen I saw the love that is blocked in yours eyes but I still see them gleam. I saw the heart that beats right out of your suit But the sound is completely put on mute The sounds no longer plays the memories that were found and created inside It now plays the sound of my smooth ride Into a love supreme Into a dream Into something that seemed To be more that real Because the feel Is love See I dont work at a Starbucks nor do I know how to make a chi latte But I can learn even if it takes me all day. Just to hear your simple greeting yes the simple word hey Out the letters that will capture my mind Like I did with your While a complete stranger is writing a story For her To explain The inspiration gained You might want to Call me crazy But its okay i think you might like me better that way, where you see my true self and the shyness in my face if you only saw what lied behind my skin is my heart speeding in a crazy pace When i saw your heartaches your soul in your crescent moon shaped smile and even though as I walked away and it lasted a while the words that were said travels my mind still about 100 miles per hour As fast as little girls take the peddles off their mothers flowers Singing the sweet song he loves me he loves me not I tend to do the same with the sweet poetry you brought...-Ana Michelle
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 20:59:29 +0000
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