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Poetry By Lyric... No.
Why? Because. Because is not an answer. Because is the beginning to many answers. Will the no ever become a yes? Maybe. Maybe implies nothing. Maybe implies endless possibilities. **sigh** Can you live with that? Maybe. Maybe ? Maybe, with all it's implications. Will you love me anyway ? Yes. Why? Because. Pretty Girl ____ round face, round hips heavy breasts, ample thighs no one bothers to know her mind, still they say, "she's pretty for a fat girl." sharp chin, sharp hips girlish breasts, long neck creative mind, but what the heck ? still they say, "she's pretty for a thin girl." small face, small reach petite legs, childish hands, big heart, but none understand, still they say, "she's pretty for a short girl." sharp hips, childish hands, long neck, ample thighs, will they ever wonder why still she can't believe she's pretty at all ? |
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She whispered, perhaps thinking she could hide her words from God living her life in pseudo happiness, smiling through her lies winking he way through deception, her heart is breaking but she doesn't know it, cause the lies she tells are to herself. Temptress Say you, that you love this woman ? What means has she of holding your heart ? What trickery has she used to enslave you? Be she temptress, or vixen, or winged angel, How comes she to know the hidden Desires of your mind ? Has her touch branded you, left its mark upon skin and soul, left you afraid to move, lest the sultry caress Become only a memory ? Does she sing sweet, melodic love songs that Invade your very soul ? Be she a minstrel of words, capturing you with lyrics of Honey coated inspiration ? Are her hands soft, her arms open and inviting ? Her eyes...do they mesmerize you, cradle you in warmth, Wrapping you in the soft gaze only lovers know ? Confess that I might know where I begin, and the past which holds you captive, A temptress. Drugstore Addiction row upon row, shelf after shelf of clear skinned, sweet smelling bottles of beautification to be bought in exchange for my coins. I am tempted with promises of eternal youth and pharmaceutical happiness. Each Saturday I head for this cosmetic mecca, and when my cart is full and my coinpurse is empty, I leave my mecca with it's flourescent lighting, knowing that Saturday is but an empty shampoo bottle away. |
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