Her Poem by Malevolent M.c

Met a girl so stunning she's got my heart running, with no feet, it's difficult to look at her whenever i speak, i get nervous when she smiles at me, it continues to make a beat that puts butterflies in me.
My heart to start racin in my chest, it's like someone put her here for me just as a test. I get stressed when i try to display my best, this is the only test that i would purposely fail, so i could see her again, talk more in detail,
She's got Brown hair, brown eyes, cute smile, nice height. Just the way i like em, gorgeous in the inside. all that aside, If i could configure the perfect figure, it would be her that i would picture.
She's got a small cold, a soft voice that's filled with sickness, i've heard her before but i've forgotten the difference, i feel relentless, but before i was just tired.. after a long time everything eventually expires.
I've barely worked, but i still want to retire, the past breaks me down and goes on to burn me with fire.
i was so depressed i felt vexxed in everystep i crept myself to sleep, i flinched in the face of a challenge so now i feel weak.
But then she came to me, her voice from a movie theatre seat, i smiled once i know it was her, then only weak in the knees, she showed me what i really prefer. What a perfect sign, written in such a way it was printed on my mind.
I no longer feel blind, she served to remind me of the others beautiful things in life, before i was so down over the past inspite.
So now i write to express emotion i cant explain, i dreamt about her that night, so simple and plain, i woke up and i couldn't complain.
A smile placed permanently in the frame of my face.
So since then she's been the topic of my brainwaves, sending messages of emotion through the lanes of my veigns, write now i've obtained the words to explain i do most of my writing deep in the night anyway..
i type quickly as i stare at the screen, the light is turned off, in reflection of the monitor my eyes seem to gleam, i'm writing this so late, i wonder, will she think me a creep?
whenever it is she hears the words that i speak? Even so..i'm writing this for her, so i can recite it the next time we meet..
What to do? Let her past me by? My pops told me i don't really need a girl in my life; but i try to despite all of those people who told me to stop and sit on the side. I don't need much.. not much at all, even if i fell it wouldn't be to far to fall..
For me i follow my heart, that is my lifes only true style. See everything i say will be worthwhile, if whenever i'm done, her face looks at me with a smile.


Shes the topic of my brainwaves, still remains the message my brain sends in my veigns, she flows curiously throughout my bodies domain. She flows through my fingers, when ever i touch her, she flows through my arms whenever i hug her. Her message in my body when i see her flows through my eyes, it then flows faster and faster so furious inside.