Black Poetry : If This Isnt Love

poeticlyspeakin

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Home is where the heart is, but my heart isn't her
Occupation
Living
Im floating on a cloud, Im officially a flyer
It started from groud zero, each day it gets higher and higher
Dwelling in pure ecstacy, livin off this burning desire
It stings, but it feels good, ive never felt such fire

Im breathing fresh air, oxygen is never felt better
It runs thru me and brings some unexplainable pleasure
Im sailing on his ocean, experiencing all types of weather
When that breeze hits me, i begin to release pressure

Singin to ur music and memorizing every single note
Ur words are poetic, they run thru me and stun me w/ every quote
And when u say my name, oh yes... i begin to float
I fall into the deep waters of his soul and just soak

I start running with my imagination, creating graphic scenes
They travel from night to day, from distant thoughts to dreams
My dreams and reality live in the same place it seems
Where we live in a palace as a king and queen

If this isn't love, then i guess... Im infatuated.
 

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