Bo Edward Lawrence
I Want Too By Bo-Edward Lawrence - Poem by Bo Edward Lawrence
Smiling.. something I always see you doing
Even when you are most uncomfortable
Something so beautiful and breathtaking
A smile so pure like your face was shaped with only the richest and most graced of gods clay
I want to be able to envision our future as masters of time and gods of romance because we are wise enough to speak revelations of humans emotions.
I want to be able to sit upon the tallest ice covered mountain sipping hot chocolate while eating some cotton candy with you
I want to be able stuff ice cream down my throat, nearly passing out from depression and lack of love.
Then feeling your hands engulf mine once again
Warming my deathly hollowed heart to pump once more
I want to be able to carry you across the universe and back, to show you what this world has clouded from you
I want to be able to leave my finger prints on your heart forever as if god open her chest, spread her ribs and let me in
But it's hard for you isn't it
To know It's bad manners to say 'I love you', with a mouth full of lies...
But yet you continue.... so complacent in that freakum dress the devil tricked you in receiving as a gift
But yet I love you.
Smiling as joyful as a newborn baby playing with her teenage mother
Speechless.. Is what you make millions of men who walk by you seeing you’re perfectly shaped lips with a body of queen
Saddened.. By the men who only want you for your brains and... Use you for your beauty... Arrogantly misleading your love into that gaseous black space of loneliness.
Love pumped out of your heart and packaged away like a chocolate factory. Sweet on the outside but a slave ship on the inside
There's only so much, . Make up can cover up
I want to be able to change your thoughts to passionate dream
Sweetheart Sex isn't the only pleasures to life Nothing is more beautiful than real true love.
And nothing is more gorgeous than someone being themselves. Because you’re the original.
And all those hypocrite friends of yours can only be copies. And they will always be copies because they have to always consult the blueprint
I just want you to. Know
you may not feel like you’re the brightest crayon in the box...but you'll always be my favorite color.
By Bo-Edward Lawrence
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