(2015)
In your eyes, I see how much you… Your body language says you love m… Seductive words you speak in my ea… Always give me a feeling of good c… When we make love constantly
I think about him all the time It’s like he’s glued to my mind When he comes around Everything seem to stop and I nev… Although he’s far away
To hide the pain I feel inside To pretend to everyone that I’m a… When all I need is a good man to… To ease some of the burden sitting… For it keeps me from falling apart
I often vision how I want life to… With you and me I’m forever lost in a dream that m… So I hold on to hope For things could remain the same
I carried you in my belly for nine… Bearing each movement you make Your twists Turns And kicks
I am your strength when you are no… I am your right when you have done… I am the sun in the sky to brighte… When dark of sadness makes you cry I am laughter to lift your spirit…
As we lay in each other arms tight And sleep peacefully every night The love we share together Rises stronger; While our connection goes deeper
Before I die I want to leave a mark behind For the human race to see How much I contributed to this wo… I would like to be remembered
I always hear your voice every whe… To the point, it’s beginning to ch… I miss you so much Until I’m slowly losing myself I'll give anything just to have yo…
Before you I was like a dead soul Waiting to be loved and adored By the man who’s made just for me And then all of a sudden my dreams…
Walk a mile in my shoes Before you speak of what you don’t… My life is not a bed of roses If that’s what you think Get out of that state of mind
As I sit and write these lines Memories flash back to ancient tim… To a love that was so divine A man with a heart as big as the w… I thought, I would forever be his…
You have overshadowed my eyes By fooling me with your disguise I thought I knew you But I don't have a clue Who you really are
Vincent thought love would not com… Until one day He accidentally bumped into a woma… Who gave him the key to a life of… And cast away all of his sadness
Poetry is art Not with pictures But with written words.
