Roses of Echoes : Relationship Poetry

Roses of Echoes

By : J. Clark

The echoes of your scent flowing through my nose like the sweet memories of yesterday. Ooh father to my soul please tell me that those rose petals that you want me to walk on represents that I am royalty to the throne of you heart and those strawberries are for the sweet passion of your endless love for me, your trapped in my head. The echoes of your voices is driving me to a never ending freeway that I am scared to speed on, can I slow down so I can travel the right mission to you I am frighten so scared. Should I take the short pathway and pay attention to each u-turn. The scent of your rose petals I am not use to perceiving. Don’t walk away from me now please don’t close your doors, I am not bitter are destroyed anymore. I know the value of my self worth and you’re my highest bidder. Throw me in to these rose petals and love me with out the exception of intercourse. Stroke my hand embrace me, sleep with your arms wrapped around my waist. Love me right now and don’t forsake me because a lot of my willing participants has. Not knowing that I am just as pure as diamonds as soft as a mother and as strong as the waves brushing up against a sandy shore. I am forceful as a knife cutting through flesh and as fearless as a shooting bullet aiming with no name. The bad batch of roses has been delivered to my heart is the one I blame. I open my heart of shame and take my destiny of hurt and pain and give you my trusted palms, all night in your room you sung then passionately we tongued. These rose petals you lay me in represents the passion of you love me, I am falling down catch me I can’t even breathe. I am seizing the moment you except my honored drive, my high classed morals, my lips of heat just unfold them. The echo of my king knows that through the vowels we set forth to one another he is half my earth and I am the continuing of his. He know right now he better forget about Michelle and Liz. If I cant see beyond the roses that this here man is not a sexual fling for tonight with no hopes of his tomorrow. I need faith and not your pity or your sorrow. Can you love me like delicious food to my stomach? Can you deal with my anger times even when I will make you vomit? Can you admit that you was the one that stood by the thickness of your hatred loosing hope like you can’t cope anymore. You know what fuck that here’s your precious vowels thrown on my damn floor. Now your traveling a trapped mission that pains me. I don’t think you knew her words she revealed you left them for her to tell me. The meaning behind those bad batch of roses, I don’t hanker his passion, I can forget his name, I can forget the value of you like shit coming out of my ass. The echoes of you my king washes all that past away from my pained face. Your my king make my heart dance every time I open my eyes to a new promised day. Take these fresh set of rose petals and read my lips. I love you from the muscle that pumps my life, I love you with all that I am. I want to be your new mistress of yes maim.

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