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a letter to HER

Intro: Once about a time, I thought I was really into this chick but something happened, I don’t know what it was. A mental click switch flipped and I realized it wasn’t for me. Her life my life. I don’t think she would’ve got the literature-revolution that was about to happen, the conversations would’ve gotten old and [ I need somebody I can talk to for hours and it would feel like a cosmic minute where all matter has disappeared, a third place between space and time where all the lovers meet.] - (I hope you’re out there) I wrote her this, in hopes that I would read it to her but now I feel nothing and when you don’t feel your work you need to rid of it, so this is for her. I hope you like it.

Letters to HER

These are Letters to my lady, there’s white papers engraved in all the emotion a nigga of my stature could maintain, I would like to say you excite me. Like daybreak excites the child afraid of the dark as the sun crawls up the horizon and illuminates us. Stand with me under my marijuana tree and feel the warmth of the rays as it hits you and blinds you for a second or two. I would like you to be my muse, paint portraits and take abstract artistic nudes just for the two of us to enjoy. I’m gonna need you to let me adorn you, caress your soul with my verbal diamonds and gold. Your brown skin is like nothing I’ve ever seen before, water for chocolate, decadence and allure. I’m gonna need you to let me adorn you. As I begin to sew flows out of thin air, I start to have a million revelations. Like am I the poet of my generation ? and other silly things but one thing I never toss and turn in my bed about is you . For the message is writing across my fucking face , I am really into you and I don’t know what you feel about me I’m gonna need you to let me adorn you. I was bragging to a mate about you , I talked and talked, shit , it felt like hours and then I showed her your picture. She stopped observed and said her lips. I repeated her words with passion and desire, “HER LIPS.” Her lips are god, she could talk a whole lot of bullshit but it would sound like harmonic tunes. A Booty that could start a revolution, eyes that could make the devil himself want to love again. I’m gonna need you to let me adorn you, allow me to be a criminal and steal your heart and do my time inside your soul. You make me lose control I am tumbling, head starts rumbling, words don’t come out, I begin to start mumbling but that’s okay. This is not a poem by the way, its a letter to my lady. Hold my hand and let me give you all the passion that I have for you, I know its too soon but I’m gonna need you to let me adorn you.

- CraigThiAfrikan
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a letter to HER

Intro:
Once about a time, I thought I was really into this chick but something happened, I don’t know what it was. A mental click switch flipped and I realized it wasn’t for me. Her life