I have a little present of sorts. I've never done that hip hop/spoken word type of poetry, before tonight that is.
I'm not currently emotionaly involved with anyone but if I were to let myself take part in the love thing again I imagine it'd be a bit like this.
I call this...
Words to Work
Now, I'm sure this is what you'd take as a redundant line but you are far finer and more unique than all those so-called dimes.
And I'm simply here to show you that whoever said it before me,
Isn't like me.
See they're stuck but I age like fine wine.
I see past your make up, piercings, tattoos, swag whatever.
Your style doesn't mean a thing to me cuz your clothes don't help me dampen your weather.
I'm trying to reach inside of you and pull at your heart strings.
Strum them as carefully as I do my guitar.
Then move further downward, I want to live in your heart that is heaven and take a vacation to the stars.
Love...
when you ask why I love you it won't catch me off guard.
It's because when you walk into the room I notice you first with my heart.
I feel your smile like a kiss on the cheek and your eyes tear any thought of doubt apart.
You are bliss, love, you are this:
Heavenly temptation.
Girl I want to be your angel, yet devilishly woman I would like to learn your angles
Excuse me. Curves. And I am blessed to be cursed with the trials of a lesbian because you, my love, are heaven sent and worth every millisecond.
Your presence is the evidence.
I understand your worth.
I understand your worth.
I understand your worth.
Now love, will you grant me the pleasure of putting these words to work?
