My hips my thighs they mesmerize the many eyes that searches deep within my soul to know what makes me so whole. Once upon a time…you know when fairy tales were the thing I came across love so spirit-full. The kind that can awake me from that deep slumber, rescue me from fire breathing dragons, save me while I let down my long hair...you know like Rapunzel did and kiss the poison from the forbidden fruit away. Hmm that love made me so weak in the knees I could hardly speak- I lost all control and something def came over me. Remember that one right. That old school love that got me so fired up, got me waiting impatiently for that special touch, to ease my pain, erase my fears and love me for me.
My love had a little remix to it ya know...my walls were crumbled.... my emotions were frozen...and my heart was shattered into millions of pieces. Yea Yea Yea pain comes and goes it wasn’t worth it to begin with. The lies the excuses that became recurrent in the mind. The shouting became louder and louder.... more deafening then anything. Prisoner in the self.... worst then any kind of conviction given in any jurisdiction. My soul was cold...had that false pretenses of being whole. My hips, my thighs, the way that skirt wrapped around those curves...yup that’s what made me so whole. The way I looked while I glide down that street held my head up and silently screamed out of anguish mourning a lost love was my shield...my fortress.... that smile...yea that smile radiated like the sun did. I bet it gave the many hims a run for their money.
Eventually broken hearts get mended...Eventually my thighs wont define the SIZE of my wholeNESS, eventually my spirit will scream dominance and not HELP!!!!! Eventually I’ll say I love you and really mean it
Loves
