I wanna call you baby,
Knowing that you not a lady.
I wanna call you black,
But that would be too offensive.
I wanna call you mine,
But I don't wanna seem too
Obsessive!
WHAT SHALL I CALL THEE?
I wanna call you a star,
Knowing that your glow never shines that bright.
I wanna call you cute,
But you're overly mature.
I wanna call you perfect,
Although I know you feel impure.
I wanna call you safe,
But my arms are too lean to make you feel
Secure!
WHAT SHALL I CALL THEE?
I wanna call you teddy bear,
But your thorns are
Rough therefore I never felt
The softness of your
Touch.
I wanna call you a flower,
Knowing that your
Scent reeks like winters rain.
I wanna call your hair one of good texture,
However it's coarse like scrap and concrete mixture.
Calling your eyes gold,
Would make me a liar for its
Dun and the face I
See makes it no fun.
Shall I call thy lips to cheeks,pink and surreal,
When in reality thine are
Wrinkled and oblique!
What shall I call thee,
For these words can't compare.
I still love you even if ours
Is rare....
"SO LONG AS MEN CAN BREATHE
OR EYES CAN SEE,
SO LONG LIVES THIS AND THIS
GIVES LIFE TO THEE."
YOU ARE READING
THE WRITE PILL TO LOVE
RomanceThis book consists of 39 poems which capture the essence and rocky roots of love. This is my first time coming up with these pieces so let me know what you think.
