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I see your smile when I close my eyes Keeping me awake like the new day sun Your eyes speak to me like a Sunday sermon Making my heart long for repentance not telling you is a sin For so long I’ve hidden my true feelings under cloaks Shielding my face from my own desires Oh what it would be to take off my mask And show my true color Oh what it would be to take your hand And guide you through the experience Of love To detox myself of the romantic fallacies of lust Grasp you by your waist And hold you tight until we fuse Wedding rings are often seen as shackles But lust is worse of a slave driver Keep you working all day Strenuous trying to decipher reality from fantasy I often dream of shackles setting me free An oxymoron for the ages Her sweet insecurities show on her face And transfer to mine as I fear I will become dangerous propaganda BET, the right wing, or the Bush administration Meaning, I am afraid I will corrupt her She is perfect as she is Never having to experience the ugliness of love Knowing how to smile when down And finding comfort in the sound Of stimulating conversation Never afraid to learn Always ready to understand When others just want to Assume I presume I am not worthy I believe that angels and demons don’t mix Not saying I’m hell born But my scorn has turned my soul Midnight blue What a dolorous hue What I am trying to say is I pray one day she will look into my eyes And I will not look away And the windows of my soul will tell all Until then Her smile keeps me awake And her eyes make me guilty To understand my words, you must first understand my mind. Balik737 |