Love – – it dances me to change my mind about all that I am – I want to change things in me for the better – I want to become someone I can relate to so much more – love for my soul has changed me into a reason for living – if I love what I need to be then I can hate what stops me reaching my prosperity of mind-
Every time I want to stop thinking about you, it’s like a code in my heart to begin dreaming of you. Whenever I promise myself to begin a story excluding your name, all I write is one and the same – something to do with you –
I never intended to dream an African mystery, in a dark paradise in my mind so crazy in its intensity – founders of darkness erupted your sweet blackness – the softest birth of a tribal virtue – I only dream you come get me from the war of loves starvation – I only fantasize you come find me from behind the shadows of our corrupted nation – I whisper to my heart to shako Zulu so u can trip gently into the rhythm of magnification – through the grey stones and puddles of my broken desperation – to lose you yet find you amongst the tears of kidnapped youth – you are my criminal truth – investigations into a hearts addiction – I diffuse to perfuse in the emotion to adore you blindly – you comb wet desire into my roots – I am hypnotized by your majestic swirl in my life wildly – I take no notice of breathing in your soul – until I am conjugated as one with your priorities –
I – love – you
Begging all my needs to not depend on you – your touch defines the wants of my questions – you are a tranquil system into my thoughts but do nothing but configure my mind into madness – craziness – how do I bless you with my desire / how do I change you into you – all I want is you – but this is not you – yet all I feel is your internal beauty shining upon me – I wait for you – I dream of you – as I watch movies and other couples kiss – its you I miss – I dream of you – as I write and fight – to not stop my strength – to defend my heart – against your rejection – too hard to get over your detention – set on me – that you never think of me – magically – my portals of communication are too weak to reach you – you see nothing – you hear nothing – you understand me – not - but you’ve all I got – right now – whenever I dream of you – I clutch my tears in my hand before they drown me – into a river breaking down to the end –
I want your exclusive smile, your hearts attention – your minds affection – your souls dreams – I want your souls dreams – and to share your silenced screams –
I want your morning, noon and night – your midnight glow as your eyes close to sleep and you wake inside to all the mysteries in your fantasies – your body relaxes to the soldier in you and you are silenced by your temporarily defeated strength – I watched you sleep into that night, a 2.45 am whisper of your shadow painting into me – I watched you but my eyes blurred with broken hope and torn chances with you – the light fell gently onto your skin casting the memories from within – but it was an un translated understanding – I felt so cold in the heat – I felt frozen in the invisible shade – shivering with the urge to hold you – come close – but fearing that you would wake up ----- and instantly how I felt natural it all felt whimsical – it all felt tragical
I want your exclusive smile, your hearts attention – your minds affection – your souls dreams – I want your souls dreams – and to share your silenced screams –
I want your morning, noon and night – your midnight glow as your eyes close to sleep and you wake inside to all the mysteries in your fantasies – your body relaxes to the soldier in you and you are silenced by your temporarily defeated strength – I watched you sleep into that night, a 2.45 am whisper of your shadow painting into me – I watched you but my eyes blurred with broken hope and torn chances with you – the light fell gently onto your skin casting the memories from within – but it was an un translated understanding – I felt so cold in the heat – I felt frozen in the invisible shade – shivering with the urge to hold you – come close – but fearing that you would wake up ----- and instantly how I felt natural it all felt whimsical – it all felt tragical
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