Nothing Less
I am foolish with my temper,
as I actively invest all that I'm willed to obtain and inspire to poses.
I am squeamish with my love, loving everything I see,
I am bountiful with pride...afraid my subconscious personality will push me into successes I cannot see.
I am expressive in my honesty, and explosive in what I express,
I've played the leading and co-star's roles of a broken heart; now lay this lover to rest.
I am pure in maturity, wise by things I've seen,
over processing every measure to intense pleasure; I intuitively rumble emotions I have yet to dream.
I am talented'ly expensive, ballin' and callin' the shots of my emotional stress,
I am jealous of the massive walk-about's that dust over my love; it becomes to extensive; morally possessive so I expect more for nothing-less.
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