Match Made In Heaven - Poem by Louis Borgo
If you notice a skelton,
would you notice that there was a body there first.
Like a pastor to a stole let the preaching begin,
to plant a seed,
you should reap the harvest as the bible would say.
However consider this a landscape of a picture,
identify hearts of heart of a tale to tell, of a young lady
that her vision was clouded of false hopes just to fit in.
like a hearts swallow of the darks tar, forever to be push to down on a soul that has no home.
i can see my self in your eyes even if you cant...
self consciously, if there was a pizza and part of it was eatting could you tell by the missing piece that she would take the larger piece and never to be whole,
but desert is far from the question,
i know her all to well.
just a underclass man to me, but just not chick ordinary chick indeed,
she seem different from the rest, a way in words i can't express,
i like to see how she think and i do have her in my math class, let games take place.
the friction that a mind carrys when the head falls the body is sure to fall as well, straegy is key when needing to be depress,
the way she would answer all the questions,
even the way she would answer them wrong,
the way she would check in on all her classmate stune with out the tears to none,
this kid was a natural born leader,
but she seem all along,
like science fiction to a droide to cloud to finnest of woman,
to mind to the body i see right throught to her.
just to let you notice i notice her i have her cd of my standard, to show her sophication works more then one way, and by the way she was chunk up the next day i can see she got the message clear as day.
with desert and pizza i can see you from a distants.
a body to skelton not all men are the same,
men should lead in a postive way but think it take time to change,
this goes out to that undergradute law student,
maybe you will say what all ready be missing,
one of this days.
and from a man i know it's the lil things that count.....
how the hurt ofa good woman can push a man to growth, and growth is beliefing, what things could of been perseu,
my dear kendra match made in heaven how sweet the mellowed sound now to each, and every song.....
thar gift of a cd was not of a crush but to let you know
you where never alone.
how a man should lead if there every was a dance,
i wonder will she ever miss me.
i push you far enough to take lead.....
what are upperclassmen for?
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