The Integrity Of MeThe integrity of me. Or what’s left of it. How often do we say to ourselves it will be alright? We sit a wait for the better days to come around… Why not chase them? I sit in anticipation. Watching, waiting for that day. I crumble to the ground, Piece by piece. I see my reflection, a gruesome reflection. I lost myself in the events of life. Should it ever come back to me? Or must I search for it? I grudgingly go on my way, in search for the hopelessness of myself. I trudge to the finish line, such a grueling race. But as I see it in full view,The Integrity Of Me
Of Art and Of BeautyMy heart tender and fragile Be as it may this heart is more then what meets the eye. A masterpiece is what people have called it But sad to say they are mistaken Beautiful I may seem Daring I am Satin is my skin that you long for Silk is my hair that you desire to run your fingers through A work of Art I may seem But does that only go skin deep? Beauty is only in the eye of the beholder I am your passion your one desire Seek me and you shall find me waiting with open arms Rest your weary head upon my shoulder Collapse in my arms Kiss my lips that you havOf Art and Of Beauty
The Apple of My EyeTo be ones beloved,The Apple of My Eye
What does that mean? Could it mean to be adored? Are you the Apple of their eye? Am I? When I walk in the room does your heart jump? When I giggle does your mind go wild? When my arms encircle you do you feel like the moment will never end? When my lips meet yours does it feel like the world stops? Does the reality become a blur and all you see is me? Silent I am as I await your answer Am I your Beloved?
Is This Love?Am I beautiful? Am I wonderful in your eyes? Does my laughter ring through your ears?Is This Love?
And sound like bells tinkling? When you look in my eyes are they never ending? Can you find yourself in them? Does the smile that is meant for you make your heart jump? Does my sadness make your heart shatter? Do my screams stab you a thousand times over? Love my scars and heal my wounds. Don’t pity them but look upon them with disdain That one would make me suffer so. Could this be love or pity? Is this a dream or a figment of my hopes and dreams? Crush them now before
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