Superman
What a sad excuse you are to be, for a male, to the fact that my attention will be yours if and only if i do not offer mine to you.
Three words spoken in the span of two months, your wits are not at your feet.
The understand that the way to swoon a woman is to adorn her at the immediate feet of understanding that if you are to fancy her, you are to introduce yourself.
Speak up, of the only words needed to know is “hello”, and then let the baseless of vulnerability take flight. To obtain the unknown is more more appealing to the fact that, to throw oneself out on the arbour is to admire his ambition at the sought of seeking for your grace. If and only if then, you will have capture the living essence of dignity.
In not to oblige, you forever unknown the underwhelming feeling of never hearing her laugh in the sunset of the day nor feel her caress at the even of night. The way her body moves across the earth to the ambiance of the world.
To not take that leap, you risk the unknown concept of her anatomy and the way it aches at three am and the way it coos at the rise of eve.
To not know her is to not understand the way the earth revolves around the sun and the bare less breath of the mouth in which she heaves dreams out of every god forsaken night that keeps her thoughts condemned within that bare bone.
That is the risk because she does not contain the heart to make that first hello, for your eyes are too radiant to talk to and your brawn is much too jagged to underestimate in the way you’d behave.
How she longs for your arrival into her life, if you'd just flip the page and say hello.
Three words spoken in the span of two months, your wits are not at your feet.
The understand that the way to swoon a woman is to adorn her at the immediate feet of understanding that if you are to fancy her, you are to introduce yourself.
Speak up, of the only words needed to know is “hello”, and then let the baseless of vulnerability take flight. To obtain the unknown is more more appealing to the fact that, to throw oneself out on the arbour is to admire his ambition at the sought of seeking for your grace. If and only if then, you will have capture the living essence of dignity.
In not to oblige, you forever unknown the underwhelming feeling of never hearing her laugh in the sunset of the day nor feel her caress at the even of night. The way her body moves across the earth to the ambiance of the world.
To not take that leap, you risk the unknown concept of her anatomy and the way it aches at three am and the way it coos at the rise of eve.
To not know her is to not understand the way the earth revolves around the sun and the bare less breath of the mouth in which she heaves dreams out of every god forsaken night that keeps her thoughts condemned within that bare bone.
That is the risk because she does not contain the heart to make that first hello, for your eyes are too radiant to talk to and your brawn is much too jagged to underestimate in the way you’d behave.
How she longs for your arrival into her life, if you'd just flip the page and say hello.
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Im sorry if this makes no sense, but i love it. i wrote it after a personal experiment with someone today. it literally just is everything im thinking and yet im still left gitty.