inspiration was her gift

I've been inspired; touched by someone elses words

I couldnt help but embrace myself

Finger popping and candy kisses,

her poetry had me wet and laid in between her pages

Strung out, too weak to even talk,

I mumbled her emotions that I wish I can display

Imitation be a form of flattery, and her thoughts have consumed me

So then I write,

write of a girl who loved so hard her soul felt incomplete

A girl who constant reaches got slapped away by deception, lies, time...

A girl who got everything she ever wanted,

except for a love who didnt want her.... Need her

A girl who's eyes I lay on everyday, and wish, oh do I wish

her words would become true.....of me