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We cant understand each other because we're both listening.
Seems like your ego and my feelings get in the way of it.
Emotions run deep but your actions show deeper
and when I close my eyes into the sunrise you've fallen deeper
with closed lips pressed against my hips as the moon falls
waiting for us to finish patiently
I can't help but to need you inside of me
because inspite of me
you never seem to find a reason to lie to me
never evoked or soft spoked a violent me
you don't linger false hopes or annomacity
but your caress with my cheeks to your chest
is soooo fly to me

And a smiling straight face you can answer the "why me?"

Like butterflies pondering thoughts of kisses in the spring time
my cacoon is made of the finest silks in China
ugly prior to a metamorphises you see beauty in my final destination
I applaud Satan
for his multiple attempts to let me give in
to walking away from someone so destined to me that God promised
through his mouth
shall come to pass.

How long we last is nearly up to us.

For each measuring cup and spoon I've taken out like a cartoon
drawing sticks and figures
counting wishes and hiccups with 8 sips of warm water
like my mother said to do
I've tried to size you
up and down and each straight faced frown you've contained
rescued by fittering with inanimate objects that understand your frustrations
better than I do
wondering "why me?" too


Each moment I spend away from you
I feel further incapable
of loving that empty void
yes honey
my walls were dark and I forgot to prime before I paint
trying to swim us before I sink
what seems to be so simple to you and frustrating to me
and listening to both of us never-ending
saying the same things we've both heard since from the begining
I believe,
but I'm still exhaling while waiting

I will reframe from ever speaking your name in vain
and contain my thoughts, emotions over flowing devotions
from now on.

Your grunts and moans tells me you're a man of many words.
And every word you speak,
few and seldom possess thousands times the meaning to
Like when you simply say
I love you.