Dear future husband,
I’m sorry i love you so much and I don’t even know you yet…
~Your Future Wife
You are an unspoken word of poetry
the way you try to come in and be inside of me.
the way you hold my hand and slowly whisper in my ear “baby”
and you pull me close and try to feel me.
Your an unspoken word of poetry
the way your words go in my brain and scatter in me.
i am sick and tiered of you pushing me away
but you keep running back to me.
i cant explain, cant make it easier for me to say, or for you to even understand,
that i don’t want your company.
but the way you say my name.
it’s, it’s like I am falling for you once again.
it’s like for a minute there, all my feeling’s start to slowly fade.
the hatred i had. slowly gone. the pain i felt. slowly gone.
and i am wanting you back.
so you take me back, until you understand that i am not the type of girl who sells
her body, you leave me like a fool. i have become.
closing my eyes, wondering why i try to picture happiness with you
its a dream that could never be, could never see me, me and you be forever.
So, i sit
there, and cry, giving myself reasons why,
why not to love a man in your perspective.
a man that is a lie. a man who makes girls cry. a man who wears his pants so low
you see it pulling his own dignity, stupidity.
you are an unspoken word of poetry
the way you hide the devil in your amazing looks.
the way i miss took a man that is a beast
who should be locked up and never free.!