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Elysium

I’m a firm dreamer of things people don’t know happen, I’m a firm believer of things people can’t see.
  • I respect those who have individual goals and I respect those who follow their dreams
She has all this qualities but she’s scared
Not scared to be free, but scared to discover her-self
She has this fire that burns, but she tames it when she runs
She loves to feel but is too scared to trust
She wants to love but doesn’t want to entertain the idea of getting hurt  
She’s as beautiful as dawn, and as valuable as the morning sun
She smiles for fun and laughs with everyone
She has a mind of her own but her heart is been controlled
Not by anyone but her mind
She thinks but she doesn’t know how to express herself
She’s scared of what others might say and not anything else
How can you prove to such a person you’d gift wrap the glob just to give her the world?
Or rather sing the Michael Jackson song to let her know she rocks your world
How do you let her know your understand her and her intelligence leaves u speechless
Or be like Shayne word and sing for her you leave me breathless
I think about her all time
I want to talk to her when I rhyme  
I love to play with words, but I want her to play my cords
I want to write with a free mind, then express in poetry my words and emotions towards her to the whole man kind
I want to be the best at what I do, I also what to be the best at loving you
You light up a dark room like sun
When you get closer my desire begins to burn
How can I let you know it’s true!

How else can I write how I feel about you!

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