who am i

[february.4.2008.9:04pm]


to love??
to be loved??

a right of this
i have not,
yet i strain through
thee fray of what
should be only to
be wildly occupied
with thee what could be.

to have found my
soulmate at thee
transition of dark
to light seems to
have been lost in
thee shadows i so
need to flirt with while
naked.

his fingerprints
arent stains i long
to cleanse from my
souls core;
theyre proof of love
that existed in a
time not convenient.

i can only imagine
thee flutter of his eyes
as they walk across
whats here written
and i can only pretend
i can feel what emotions
these words evoke within
him.

smiles fuck my lips
into displaying,
expressing how
what we will share,
but will never develop
really transcends to
my soul.

ive let go,
yet my grasp hasnt
let loose.

what is said to
be right is what
weve decided to
place actions to.

for if things fall
apart,
he may be thee
better situation to
fall in place.

if not,
from my heart,
mind,
vagina,
hell never be erased.

exit i am to a
place my love and
i used to be in hopes
of creating that mystic
shit he and i founded.





love, love