The apple of my chest, yet love makes it sweet.

I believe I have some regrets, but the highness hasn’t yet left.

See there’s an ocean of blue when I’m deep within side your eyes,

like the mystery that dances in your thighs.

You’re my mountain beneath the skies, as

I glace at your neck and the blood rushes to my chest.

Please prep me for cardiac arrest, because I’m drowning

from your absence that inadequate my happiness.

I can’t believe this torment coexist with pieces of love that equals to dust,

If so then why didn’t I choose for the best; I guess I failed life’s greatest test.

 

 

My desire lingers from the fire, yet never leaves to far from its existence;

but I’m pretty sure if you blinked,

the smoke will ignite my feelings beneath your kin.

I’m like the Earth with no purpose,

but when your perfume enters the room;

my life skips a beat just to hear you speak.

If it wasn’t said, then I’ll say it now; I thought of you to be my soul mate,

yet love couldn’t be such a dissecting allusion.

It appears that your corkiness was brief, yet my mind can’t seem to rest.

I wished that we never had met, but then again that would be a lie;

how could I say thanks for the love and forget the hurt that was left in the sky?

 

 

Your needles digging deep within side my skin,

what was that (a dagger), something I recall from your sins?

The issues that didn’t have any similarity to our tissues,

how dare you call this just fun;

I saw those eyes looking at me like I was the moon circling your sun.

How does a heart once filled of love,

turn dark as coal or was this just a figure of speech;

I beg to differ that I was a witness to your heart’s confessions?

I guess Eve wasn’t as beautiful as she seemed,

the trickery that lead to her victory;

how could she call this happiness upon

deception, if we walked in as two and left as one.

 

 

Maybe cause there was a child conceived from my absence and it wasn’t mine.

Yet you figure this was a figure of speech,

you left me to grieve as I looked over my sleeve to see;

what my eyes couldn’t believe, was this a sick dream.

You never told me you had twins and one was mine,

 just with two different colored eyes and one thumb

How could there be ten finger prints, if my son only has nine;

maybe a gesture to some, but I have to figure out this crime.