If Poetry Were A Woman…

I don’t plan 2 be the best poet but I elevate poetry,
Coz poetry is like my first love, it’s the only thing that really knows me,

IF Only Poetry were a Living, Breathing Woman, If Only…

If I were standin’ wit’ all my boys, she’d probably notice dat I’m still lonely,
She probably wouldn’t be afraid to walk up 2 my crew and approach me,
Hold my hand and pull me 2 the side gently and simply hug me,
Squeeze me so tight that her waistline and her breasts are against me,
And I’d feel nothing sexual, only her love for me,
Every word she speaks is poetic, making me lose all control of my body,
With a body moving poetically, miss poetry would really have a hold on me,
She tells me she wants to befriend me and eventually love me,
She wants 2 know all my bad experiences in life so she can speak them for me,
She wants 2 ease my pain, ease my sorrow, take me, own me and save me,
Protect me from everything in life that constantly tries 2 hurt me,
I should stop holding my head up coz she’ll hold her head up for me,

If Only Poetry were a Living, Breathing Woman, If Only…

If poetry were a woman, I’d go down on one knee,
Slip a diamond ring on her 9th finger and ask her 2 marry me,
Exchange our vows, grow old 2gether and keep each other happy,
I’d lose my life 2 save her and I’d do it gladly,
She’d take over my every feeling of intimacy just by walking past me,
I want to sit with you and just talk so you can really get 2 know me,
I have fallen in luv with you Miss Poetry; I hope you feel the same way 4 me,
If you do, please hold me and never let go of me,
Promise me you’ll always be with me and grow old with me…
I crave your love Miss Poetry and this feeling extends throughout eternity…

If only Poetry were a Living, Breathing Woman, IF Only…