My poem called The Man in My Dreams.

I wanna lay up and cry pour out my soul to you.

 Tell you all my secrets, hopes and dreams.

 Tell you things not even my mama knows.

 Ripping all of myself apart just so you can get to know me.

 Displaying my heart up to you on a pedestal.

 Confessing that the way I feel about you is just too real. 

 See id change my cable plan just so we can watch sports together. 

 Id learn how to simmer down my temper just so I can think before I speak whenever we have an disagreement.

 I just wanna lay on your shoulder.

 Laying down are my burdens and lowering  down my walls that keep me heart guarded.

 Id even stop questioning why you always wanna do nice things for me.

 Ill accept them and be happy.

 Allowing myself to safely fall in to a whole other world when we make love.

 Not fucking, but exploring and dividing, conquering and seceding one another's body on a whole other level.

 Id be your angel when the world releases all of its devils to try to hurt you.

 Ill romance you like the king that you are,catering to your wants and needs as equally as you cater to mines.

 My knight in all black armor, who helped save me from drowning alone in my lonesome.

 I just wanna cuddle, hug, hold you all night.

 Weathering all storms and tribalulations.

 Even fighting over the covers.

 Being your lover and also your friend. 

 Blending our families into one.

 I need to Kiss you, hogging your lips with mines.  

 Feeling our bodies ascending into the clouds above. 

 Laying me down ever so gently 

 No i dont wanna leave 
Dont make me 
Pleaseeee

 Waking up to you absent.

 Tired of feeling this way, I cant wait till we finally meet oneday.





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