Black Poetry : Invisible

poeticlyspeakin

Well-Known Member
REGISTERED MEMBER
Apr 26, 2003
1,172
7
Home is where the heart is, but my heart isn't her
Occupation
Living
You enter the room all smilez
with an impression that last like milez
I study your physique
altho your soul is mystique
Everything has moved to slow motion
I am now a volcano with emotions ready to erupt, ready for explosion
I love how your skin tone matches your shadow
call it "so cliche" but the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
I love how your style goes deeper than your beauty or the price of your shoes
I sit in the corner bumpin Common becuz has shown me "the light"
You across from me eating fruit, I see the exotic beauty in ever bite
I stare into your eyes while you stare off into the distance
Im hoping, praying, needing you to look over to me and ask for assistance
I love how your hair touches your backside and your backside touches the sky
And I love how your cheeks form crevices everytime you smile and how I get a glimpse of heave when you look me in the eye
But I, see I find composure, somehow I limit my behavior
I love how your breast form like mountains and your stomach is in alignment with your navel
You're talking with your friend- you might as well be singing
And the sunlight is shining thru the windows, gleaming
Im sittin her breathless, airless- you have become my lung cancer
And to every ? I hold for god, Ive only gotten one answer
You're an angel that has lost her way from heaven
and you have brought me closer to than Ill ever be to perfection's presence
But no matter how loud my hear pounds or how close we come in the physical
when it comes to you seeing me... Ill always be invisible.
 

Donate

Support destee.com, the oldest, most respectful, online black community in the world - PayPal or CashApp

Latest profile posts

HODEE wrote on Etophil's profile.
Welcome to Destee
@Etophil
Destee wrote on SleezyBigSlim's profile.
Hi @SleezyBigSlim ... Welcome Welcome Welcome ... :flowers: ... please make yourself at home ... :swings:
Back
Top