Black Poetry : She was...

poeticlyspeakin

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Home is where the heart is, but my heart isn't her
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For 4 months i studied her movement like she was my major
n wanted to taste her chocolate skin like it was my favorite flavor
i even worshipped her presence like she was my savior
n went to her every event like she was my favorite player
she had become like the tastebud to my tongue
n had become the purpose to everything i ever done
her face had become the poster on my wall
she had become the ditch to make me fall
she had become a dream n her leavin was like a nightmare
i got so excited to be near her that bein in her presence was like bein at a fair
she gave love songs a purpose
and watchin these men chase her, made me understand why there was a circus
she became my definition to purity and perfection
with her i didnt have any answers, but quite a few questions
but she was a thief, she stole the words right out of my mouth
i'd say i was "so gone", but im still here, my head was just gone in the clouds
she became the ink to my pen
the title to my poetry that came from within
i stared into her eyes until i seen her vision
i locked myself into her beauty until she became my prison
i read her until she became my favorite book
she had become the never ending story witha vibrant hook
i wanted a chance to get some type of affiliation
4 months ago to now... it took all that n sh*t for her to just ignore the situation...
 

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