so this is how it turned out
being left cliff hanging
nails digging into the rough dirt
scattering on my wilted face
its the only thing keeping me brown
because my embarrassment speaks
too loudly through my red blushed cheeks
your memory ceases to remember a night
that meant something to me...
but i wish you could remember
i wish you could remember...
because developing in my mind
this rhetorical question does not quietly reside
it batters the boundaries of my own thought process
and the quest for my heart to rest
comes slowly through each test
i give to you, so you can PASS
the real answer to me
but i vividly hide each action in waves of corny jokes
and aggressive repulsion just to get a reaction
cuz man. im still so afraid to just tell you..
" hey girl, you make me feel like its my first day at school,
you know nervous to meet everyone
and to see whos the flyest girl
yeah you already know
this sappy sauced up letter
is the closest thing to a mixtape
i can give you!"
and its already mixed up
even if i could admit my confessions
to you it would feel like my first confession
in 2nd grade
i couldnt even do it face to face
but it doesnt matter
cuz you wouldnt remember anyway
you dont remember when you made me hold your hand?
you dont remember when you passionately held me
while i helped you stand?
Cuz when we fell asleep together
i left my face as close to yours
because that moment was just
to damn amazing to forget
and with each breath
it carried words into your ear
i let you know how i felt
because the tighter i held
the more you held me
i was your warmth
and you..you were just mine
and i wish you could remmeber that night
cuz everyday you dont know
that when i share my poems with you
i share pieces of my inner essence
my own secrets ly intertwined
with the words i use
to help inspire you
all i do is push for you
to create audios for your visuals
and damn, this notebook right here
is my Heart felt so exclusive secret
and i allowed you to write in it
and when you tell me
i have a sensitive side
you need to realize i do...I DO
because this right here is proof
these impulsive array of intimiate words
are put together
just to hope to hope
you could just remember...
cuz i wonder... i wonder
deliriously when we spend endless nights
do you feel the same way...
"i wonder if you know what it means. to find your dreams.."
in my fingertips cuz these hear
are just to motivate you
so please...
my heart is evidence of what we can transcend
beyound paint brushes and ink pens
remember that i am determined to disect and begin
to find what truly lies within
the walls of your head
And I do this all for you
cuz i put this together
so maybe just maybe
you could remember.....
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hella dope.
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