"Tears are words to painful for a broken heart to speak...."
~ vernisha~
First Glimpse
Claremont had a frightening estimate of over 300 -now 300 and something students. I would be the new girl from the low end of town, a curiosity a freak perhaps.
Maybe if i played the part of my skin color, I could work this to my advantage. But physically, I could never fit in anywhere. I should be dark-skinned, skinny maybe- all the things that go with living in the "valley" of the low end.
Instead, I was brown skin, with out an excuse of light brown eyes or black hair, despite my constant gloominess. I had always been chubby, But obviously an athlete; not always having the necessary hand eye coordination to play sports w/ out humiliating my self-and harming both my self and anyone else who stood close.
Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through their's. Maybe there's a glitch in my brain, but the cause doesn't matter. All that mattered was the effect.
Sincerly,
vernisha
"However the case maybe I will lure you with my words".
~Vernisha~
I don't know what floats your boat but... I sure can rock it
commotion on relation ocean, my love potion is exactly hypnotic,
gone off the notion i'm as hot for you as a vacation in the tropics,
I'm the playgirl penthouse hustler, game wise I'm chart topping in the top ten,
For the hottie hot boys , with lava hot saliva i'm beyond the strength of intoxicants,
misses provocative to foxes, i'm that awesome.
Having bodies sweating in tops dropping shorts n throwing shirts @ me
because, my prerogative
Is beyond the nonsense of misunderstandings ,
I hold concentrations hostage when ever im romancing ,
My target is to get a guarded god out of his garments with the charm I harvest,
Yet alack and alas I harness my harshness ,
To exalt the flyness of a highness to his his sweet lips,
To recognize his shyness and lower my speed,
Oh woe is me, I grit my teeth and bear with your wants and what you need,
Princess charming armed with this sense of sensitivity while lying underneath
Is a dormant volcanic inferno of a beast smoldering from the heat
Of controlling these hormonal emotions that roam within me,
I curse my dilemma to be a woman with freakish tendencies,
Festering like disease hidden in murky sceneries,
So the scenario to me is clear, that i'm the epitome
Of confliction, I want to understand you sweetie but
I'd rather rock you to sleep,
Cradle your dreams and cater to needs
All the same time for thoroughbred is me,
Last of my dying breed going out trying,
TO show with or without mine own survival how my love's undying,
So decide honey cause' I need for you to choose
The view of my royal-purple haze , shades and hues,
I know the truth is that you want a ruthless bad girl to seduce
And deduce your wants from your own trail of clues,From the roots of your issue to your nail cuticle ,
You want to feel exclusively special and feels as if
you're the most handsome,
Most high and so terrific that it's offical that I'd be a fool for you,
and have sentimentality of value in my mentality
Of reality and fantasy like there is no equal and
i know matter- of- FACTLY
As a goddess I drift and Travel in search of you, god,
The don jaun pimping Queen of spades and princess charming,
so im sitting in this potuion with this confliction
