I feel her on this one, because I know what it feels like for someone to make me feel this way... moved, loved, cared for. Yeah, I know what she means when she speaks about how she ain't perfect but yet she's still moved because he appreciates her for her imperfections. I feel her too deep, too deep I can't even grasp the depths. Yeah, I know what she means when memories bring her back to thinking about that one person she has one her mind. Down to the very climax, I know what she feels, I know what she means!
Here's my 2nd blog. I strictly created this blog to be able to share more of my poetry & more of my favorite videos from Def Jam Poetry or spoken word in general with the blogging world. I hope that you enjoy & respect what is posted here, as well as my own responses & feedback. My interest in this subject is a beautiful thing to share so I hope that you do truly take interest in this as much as I do. Follow me & always look out for a post every hour or so. Thank you.
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"They paint the perfect picture, raw like graffiti written hard on the walls of poverty filled streets but tasteful like a Leonardo Da Vinci masterpiece. Created by eloquence & colored by their desires, a love like theirs is like an eternal fire. Flawless they are not for they are ignorant & arrogant upon their own light, but their perfect picture always painted with grace is what makes them take flight. Beauty behold, it is incapacitating. Beauty behold, it is never demoralizing. They look each other & realize, this is by far the most encompassing feeling & leaves us a bit dazed like we're free-wheeling. It's inevitable they balance each other's lives & were meant to be. It's inevitable their love love is ripe & as deep as the blue seas. Yes, they paint the perfect picture, raw like graffiti written hard on the walls of poverty filled streets but tasteful like a Leonardo Da Vinci masterpiece."
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