'Smile'
 

Your smile is like chicken soup for my soul
It’s time that I start ‘kicken you the truth...
that I’m cold
without you, and with you I feel warm
Without you, I feel dead, and with you,
I feel born
again
A pen and its musings couldn’t describe
how you got me losing my mind
Simple words and phrases couldn’t describe the phases
you put me through, using your fine
body and its language
When it speaks, I wanna speak back
You got a smile that make a nigga wanna eat that…
I’m playing with you (no, he’s serious)
But on some real stuff, if I was your man,
no way I’m not staying with you
You’d get showered with flowers,
boutiques of roses
to peak your nose’s interest
Never stopping it,
the boxes of chocolate would be endless
Let me stop, making promises
that I know I can’t keep
Writing this at night, in my bed,
‘cause I can’t sleep
Just me, the darkness, calm and silent,
and my Palm Pilot
Typing my thoughts, memories of your smile
make me wanna act violent
Punch a pillow or maybe yell into one
Never knew what a crush was until I fell into one
You can’t help how you feel, well,
hell, neither can I,
If it wasn’t for your smile,
I’d gladly be leaving you be...
...but instead I cry...

No Replys?

how can peeps sleep on this.....I understand some people have their view on the limit of love they want to reply to or read but dayum pappi this was deep, I liked how you marinated a fairytale life and reality together, sorta fucks my world up a bit :)
anyway nice werk
*~Holler~*