It's hard to picture the girl of my dreams
When they're often portrayed as light skinned video vixens
In a fluttering white dress
Floating across clouds
Like it's the sun Jesus' revealing out
They're just dreams and girls are reality
Vixens are false reality while
Crazy bitches and Drama queens are as real as it gets..
And yet in the end, what the media has revealed to me
Was hard to believe
Because what my eyes conceived to me
Happened to be the girl of my dreams
She loves hip hop from the top notch MC's
To the bass dropping booty popping beats
Or soothing melodies
She loves are to the fullest extent
Photography, music, fine art, street art, even novel romance
She loves staying at home to chill and watch movies on the TV screen
And stay up to the crack of 8 just to finish a game of Monopoly
She loves to go to the beach and listen to the waves wrestle against the sea shore
Or stay locked in my arms to stay warm while the rain pours
She loves to eat anything from burritos, In-N-Out burgers, TGIF, to fine cuisine
Without even tripping about gaining a thing
And she loves my momma's cooking
She loves to talk, have fun and listen
Have a couple of bumps and fights here and there but make up in the end
She loves to make me happy when I'm sad or help me breathe when I'm stressed
And take my bullshit when I want to get things off my chest
She loves me for who I am and what I would be
And I could love her now to infinity
Looking back and to as far as I can see, you are the girl of my dream.
___________.(sign your name here if you wanna be my girl of my dreams ^^)
Thursday, August 28, 2008
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2 comments:
This poem is soo good! haha. I wish I could write like that.
i love the way you write xD seriously tho, you're your own author and i enjoy your blogs all the time
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