(Note: I started writing poetry at 12 years old. I just wanted you to see how my talent has grown!!!) To be described is to be praised. Every time I hear your name, Touch your skin, Or see your face The things you say makes Me feel my heart palpitate In and out Of my throat Into my hands, And out of my chest. I have to be blessed. Because I love you. And what is there not to love? Your taste, Your feel.... I would kill If any human soul were to dare take this away. Love is forceful And a strong bond Once spoken is only bound to hurt Worse, worse, worse, As things get terse And heartbreak starts to immerse. My heart aches with every word you speak. You make me weak A love that cannot truly be complete At total risk A caution label should be placed on this thing we call a rendevouz' Something on the "down low" Creeping, sleeping Being with a human being That doesn't belong to me. Now, my feelings are uncontrolled So blatant, so bold Yet so strong and cold The things I speak make me weak Because I'm starting to feel heat And it burns me, DEEP! What you may think is about you baby is really about me. Flip the script open your eyes and you'll see That life, just like anything else, is never really what it seems.