Lead tapping rhythmatically in accord to the swaying fan…..

I steal a glance at your faceConcentrated, strong brow that structures all effort and intelligenceI smile in approval and enthrone myself as, hopefulYour wisdom and talent of expressing feelings, belief and opinions in solid words.Your faced deems chiseled and handsome, wide eyes and beautifully portioned lipsThat evokes a voice that defines masculinity and strength with its bass and sound. 

I admire the words you write,The softness but heavy backbone of your feelings,You awake feelings I once thought dead to me. 

You are a dream, my dreamI put into play, a hope of my perfect someone.Fearing, that as before my dreams will dissolve to realityAnd no one is considerate of me, will I ever met my Romance? 

Two meetings and already I’m attached to the idea of youCompletely contrary to what I have done with the rest. 

I hope to see you again, my little dreamI hope you might even feel the sameOde to tonight when I will see you again,And the warm butterflies in my stomach start to spin.I’m falling in love with you, a strangerBecause you have shown me kindness, prayers to the godsIn my good fortune I hope he is true as the quiver of my heart when you come ….. close.

Childhood
Your eyes feed off my body with glee, your scent lingers on my clothes crushing any trace of love that was shown, your lust destroys all love and you want nothing more than my body, your breathe stinks of coveting, smothering my untouched honey. Holding me now, you feel so warm, I adore the affection to be held in someone’s arms, to be loved. A smiles blesses my face, but then you start at my clothes, the ones beneath made of lace. Your hands slither up my legs to my thighs going higher, your eyes greedy with desire. What are you doing? I look in your eyes and see greed, your hands turn rough and your temple angers, my limbs fight back but are brittle in attack as you consume meand intrude. I keep battling but there is nothing I can do, hes done his deed, I flinch in disguset, his nails digging in my once innocent skin, my heart scroched by this treacherous sin. I cry in vain to this one who had bleed me of trust but who now slobbers all over my bust. I hate him, I loathe him, this was not my time, how could he does this to me, I’m only nine. I tried to fight back but I was weak and small but he will not get away I thought, I will make him fall. So I grabbed the ash tray, there on the desk and struck him so hard I broke his flesh. He tumbled to the side and I made my flee and that, officer, is why I killed my daddy.

Myself
Remember those days when we used to be in love, when you offered to give me hugs ?When we used to smile at the silliest things, we had no care in the world I was your queen and you my king, I missed those days when you used to hold me tight now all I have is lonely nights. I miss the smell of your youthful face, the vibrant color and even the taste , we used to swim together and play games with no bother. But you grew up and left me behind no more sweet dreams or I love yous only gray lips that have been used, pinched realities with ugly hues. I miss the look of your happy smiles now the time passes I just watch the dial, no point of living whats to look forward to ?
I try to let the days go faster, putting my head in work or getting plastered but nothing can replace the feeling of horror when you stopped being my best friend and lover, now you only are my husband, we dont even talk any more I dont need your pity I dont need to be taken care of all I need is me. . .

To set aside the feelings inside,
to hide from him my devilish bribe,
to set aside my happiness,
to fake a smile when we kiss.
To wet my pillow each night,
as I think of him with fright.
To dream of what could have been,
to imagine a higher life as I share a shy grin.

To watch my life roll pass,
as I daydream from my small class,
A prince who can save me,
battle heartless ones only to see me,
to slaughter the thought of any harm,
one who has warm, loving arms

Whos becoming and affection are both high in quanity
and who has lovable words of wisdom and honey.

Sweep me off my feet and carry me away,
with him I’d always stay.

But tis just a dream, teary eyed I wake
and go back to reality with an ache,
I think of once again when I could see my prince holding out his hand
but only when I close my eyes and Im in dreamland.