That Day

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BBPhoenix
BBPhoenix
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I'm sitting in my bed thinking what was on my mind that day.
Although, I keep dreaming about falling in love with you.
I always had these vivid imaginations to go out with you.
Jenny, you just don't know how I feel.
Every time I see your face on the ads, you don't know what type of person I am when I see those things.
I actually go bat-shit insane.
I've always envisioned us looking at the beautiful sunset at the beach.
Drinking and having a good time.
With your beautiful eyes, Irish skin and luscious lips.
I'm not looking for money or anything.
I just want your heart.
I know your hurting just like a frightened child on the inside.
You're corrupted like a emotionless robot on the outside.
It's sad to see what you doing to yourself.
You shouldn't keep 'doing it' with someone you don't know.
Jenny please don't do this anymore.
I loved every minute of being with you.
Seeing you going to different places makes me deranged and pissed.
Your white and I'm black to evenly assist.
Jenny, please I want to help you.
Some of those things I have to do is try to help others.
I can easily feel your pain compared to a thread of needles.
My love is painted all over you.
I know it'll take a long time to understand it.
My heart is legit to persist you.
I want to touch you from head to toe.
I want to kiss down your breasts.
Believe me when I speak it.
You don't have to be a filthy whore to get my love.
Jenny, my heart is white as snow.
It's formless like clear water as it undertows.
Your a caged bird doing what your boss tells you.
I love you Jenny and I always will.
Hell, I would want you to be at my bedside at night.
No matter what the circumstances are I would want us to be together.

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BBPhoenixBBPhoenixover 10 years agoAuthor

It was the way how I was feeling.

AnonymousAnonymousover 10 years ago
stalker poetry

(see Hinckley-Foster)