My body ached, Everytime I move, it hurts Hair tangled, body sticky Not a sight to behold. Standing near the window I stared the busy streets below A cigarette was lighten and found its way to my lips A puff was dragged Smoke inside, smokes outside Some on my face, some in my lungs Working its magic on the melancholy, I live.
Passers keep staring, my black and blue body, like a hawk Lust evident in their eyes Wonder why? I'm stark naked, from head to toe Those stares don't bother me anymore I ain't the subject of eyesore. Dissipating smokes, made me think about past I wonder what is that? My conscious provide me pictures of bodies Above me, under me Like a doll, they used me, they enjoyed me Paying me some money they channel their inner beast on me.
A knocking sound, broke my reverie Bringing me back to the night Dressing up, I saw someone in the mirror In a skinny outfit, a voluptuous body Red luscious lips, those black doe eyes All ready to be the prey of the night...
In this life, and the next I am on the lookout For people who do not Necessarily put life on A pedestal, but have A quiet sort of appreciation And know when To count their blessings.
I am trying my best To find those people Who are stir crazy, who Drive themselves to The edge of insanity With their mere thoughts But can then walk back To a modicum of sanity.
The people who I always Get on with like a house On fire are half opened books They make you turn the page But if you really want to Know them, you cannot Skip chapters, for you'll never Know what you may have missed.
The people I love the best Are puzzles, not too easy But not too hard either, they Don't demand to be figured out But would gladly watch you try With a grin on their face Solving them is a game A mystery to be enjoyed.
The people I cannot resist Say "yes" to the unknown Without a smidge of hesitation They have a wild streak And are unafraid of being Laughed at for daring to Have their own opinion For daring to be different.
The people who I adore Have secrets up their sleeves That you uncover every day And layers that you must peel Before you get to their soul They keep an open mind about The roads not taken, and will Gladly follow the call of their heart.