To be without words is shockingly surprising/ my conscious isnt rising my eyes are deceived yet its so surprising that the visions I used to have came to me... without breaking a sweat./ And now im drippin. Slowly, im drippin. Im Drippin wet/ better yet im Drippin saltwater from my pores and tearducts./ Its unlike me./ Its not likely to be without a sense of floetry. / The flow in me is slow-ly drfiting...away./ The blood that once flowed through my veins is insanely draining my system./ Inside and out./ The art of conversation between the pen and pad shall never dance again/ they'll never have the chance to make love again./ The pen, won't leak its creative juices like it was made to/ the pad shall never again feel the pleasure of the introduc-ing pen strokes carressing between the lines before you./ She shall never prostitute her divine gift again/ she's done it again./ she served her purpose as my utensil and my friend/ now its my turn to luv her, rewind and make amends/

{lets play pretend/ like it never happened/ just, as SHE luvd me./ Only better/}

*I won't let her leave without leaving me with sum words of encouragement/ to nurish my well being in the form of a poet/ she knows it, how much she means to me/ but it was she that caught me cheating with my enemy.../ freestyle. Not only embarrassing me.. but herself/ I broke her promise. To never leave her again./ my friend/ my one and only boy and girlfriend/ she has to mend... a broken heart that was stolen by depending on the love that I would never shed again/

{lets play pretend/like it never happened/ just as SHE luvd me/ only better}

/ and even though weather storms came my way I provided shelter/ I held her. Tightly in my fingers and i never let her go/ the night was too slow, I loved her hard and wasn't afraid to let her know/ but she had to go/ she had a job she had to do and she couldn't take too much mo/ but I begged and I plead on my knees b4 she went and rolled...again/

{ lets play pretend/ like it never happened/ just as SHE luvd me} and the decisions that I made b4 the fantasy ended when the clock struck 3/ she luvd me. She luvd my life/ I luvd her back and backtracked f-d around and made her my wife/ with her there is no fights just rights to be resolved/ we got involved... and then again? Some problems were opened up rather than recalled/ we stand tall, we still fall, and most of all we keep the peace/ but whenever she decides to release her emotions..it never hurts for her to speak .

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Redefining Life as a Poet