Good morning beautiful...

Good morning beautiful, how did you dream my queen? I've been watching you, so peaceful and serene. I couldnt possibly be the one to intervene with you so deep into your beauty sleep, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen... How did you dream my queen? Did I invade your adventures, did I take part in any of your fantasies... Do you love to dream of doing that dance with me? Do you dream of enhancing me for I am not all that you desire, or am I more than you require, give you more love than one person should acquire... Good morning beautiful, did you need me more than ever last night, were you being attacked by nightmares, I've come to fight, and after defeating the illusion dreamt by someone with a wonderfully creative imagination, I'll hold you tight, and I might even take the time out to start a conversation and ask... How did you dream my queen?I've been watching you shivering and shaking.. Plus your completely naked and I can see every inch of tension in your body, and improbably should have waken you... But I couldn't possibly be the one to intervene.. Not with you in a beauty sleep so deep. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I can't hide the extreme urge to tell you... Good morning beautiful, I missed you last night.:. And its such a site to see when your laying beside me and I have to battle my hands to not touch and love you out of your sleep, go deep underneath the sheets and greet you with... Good morning beautiful. I often wonder how you slumber, you look comfortable snuggled tight beneath the comforter... A slight glow from the window illuminates your figure and I crave to drive my fingers down your road of curves... Hopefully to reach the destination I deserve, and I will preserve every memory and moment captured between... Goodnight, and Goodmorning beautiful, how did you dream my queen?

Sincerely, Poetrii

Comes and goes

She said the pain comes and goes, confidently as If she was sure that if could not, and would not last forever. Eternally living internally, entering me with a hurt so sweet, promised me that I could stay Alive as long As I breathe, or as I bleed the blood of my culture... Then I'd never be food for the vultures, the scavengers, the predators. Pray that the concrete holds didm beneath my pedicure. I mean I said I'm sure but I didn't actually mean what I said, how can there possibly be foundation with all of the dysfunction running through my head. So many running through the streets living dead... Non- existent from the poison the have been fed, and I myself is full of lies.. Toxic verbal waste got me heading towards the skies. It took me Lot of time for ms to realize that I was living for absolutely no reason at all, thought that if I didn't mean anything it would cushion my fall and I could resist the need to call out. Favor with no plans of reimbursing the wrong nature of living, steady forward, no reversing, shit happens, no rehearsing, last second reactions are must see tv, no commercials but she says the pain comes and goes... And she said it with a cockiness in her voice as if she was promised to live forever, and I'd wondered why her pain wasn't consistent, completely demolishing her existence. Holding proof to the phrase "we were born to die" and I watch her wLk through life with her head held high as I cried over spilled milk. Her presence as smooth as silk, a flower starting to wilt, and she managed to muster out a secret... Told me that it was up to me to believe it, but the way that she conceives shit is that "we were born to die" and she sees no reason to live dead if the end was approaching, why be soft spoken if soon what you've heard is all that you will ever hear, and there is no sense in living life if you're going to live it in fear. She said "we are born to die" and she said it as if she was holding in a cry long over-due, she said it will injure and insult you, with no fault from you it can be snatched, crumbled, and thrown in your face in a split second, a lesson learned in return for living, simply to die. And I had to question why her personality seemed to fluctuate.. And she said "the pain comes and goes" but she said it with this slight hint of arrogance, as if she knew that she had lived a life worthy of death.

Sincerely, Poetrii