you speak expressions
inspired from great love
and the misuse of it.
In the dark recess
of your mind
you sulk and mull
over the words
So few yet powerful
when one says
I Love You.
What seems to be kisses
like sugar
flys barely there
effervescent in presence.
Passion and sweetness
is contaminated
like arsenic to Krispy Creme
wrapped in fluffy goodnes
Recognize the signs.
When hugs become harsh blows
and smiles are only produced
as the fruit of pain.
When love is used as
a four letter word
and from it nothing is given or gained.
So Sad when
existance comes to
the ladies wanting, but only taking
men smiling with many faces
How about when love was faceless
words useful, and truthful.
Don't be decieved by
flowery chains.
Like bowing to the strength
of her smile
or the twist of his lips.
Search no more
for hugs that lift
from earth into the heavens
elevating you to heights of dizziness
with kisses that breathe
life into wounds
that are hidden in you.
Here HE is.
HE won't ask a thing.
HE won't take your cash,
gold covers HIS grass.
Your nice ride?
Baby HE flies.
All ya Bling?
Nah. HE's THE KING.
Story, short side long
HE loves you.
Prove it?
HE died for you.
Break the chain.
Fake Reality.
It's Slavery.