Black Poetry : Falling

thepoetsean

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someplace dreams are made of
Occupation
student, advocate to change the world
I be falling—
Into deep streams of beautiful thoughts—
Guess who make the thoughts beautiful—
Guess who keeps me thinkin' 'bout them—

I be—
Twisted—
Dis-oriented like—
Can't tell **** from sugar—
Like can't comprehend the meaning of your frame—
But i keep trying to decipher...

I be falling—
Sexual thoughts—
I'd love intercourse with nevaeh-
I mean heaven
(got me tongue tied)
jaw-dropped—
falling—
and the worst part is—

i know i'm falling—
and
i can't wait to hit the ground—
as long as its—
as soft as you—

(freefallin')
thepoetsean
 

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