Aside

What actions do you take when you like someone?

Do you treasure them with the truth?

Or carry out the crush with curiousity?

Im handing over a single sheet of paper holding affection above it…

Your gazing at outlined hearts deciding whether to check yes or no…

“So do you like like me or no?”

Im craving an answer as if we were in kindergarden class together…

Sharing teddy grams…

With two straws…

And one juice box…

Not even caring if I catch cooties…

Nap time dreaming of what we could become…

Finger painting our family on construction paper…

Glittered with our essence…

Shining in our love…

My picture will never be perfect without you…

A test…

To see if cupids route to happiness is true…

Selfish enough to neglect the temporaries waiting for the permanent puzzle piece to your heart…

Placing patience and time into your portrait.

Ready to frame it with your feelings…

Married to your morals and goals until you reach the finish line of your future…

You must be tired because you’ve been running through my mind all day…

Age is nothing but a number when you feel the love will be limitless…

Watching your relationship blossom like blue lotus flowers under the stars…

Floating in orbit…

I can taste the milkyway off your lips…

Protective of what fate presented like a mother and her cougar cub…

Witnessing their eyes seeing what you been waiting and wanting…

Becoming closer marking your calendar crossing out days until the wedding has been reached…

Both diving off the top of the cake falling into happiness…

Ready to taste the sweet side of being in love as if strawberries never came across your tongue…

You see I want to climb the mountains of your emotions…

I want to swim through the tears falling from your beauty…

I would remove every single rib I have…

Just to make more of you…

So what actions do you take when you like someone?

If I was good with words…

I would express myself through a poem…

-Randum

Aside

As she holds the gun to her head…

She starts thinking about the past before she ends up dead…

A black girl…

Raised by a white family…

She has nightmares of her real parents dying in the car crash when she was only three…

Still to this day she doesn’t understand how she’s still here…

Constantly trying to wake herself up from this dream in denial, that she’s living in foster care…

But her new mothers love didn’t go by the complexion of each others faces…

She was always there for her and never stopped loving her…

But her father wanted nothing to do with her…

She felt in her heart that he was racist…

But It didnt hurt as much knowing she still had her mother’s love…

As if those months she was being created was in this woman’s stomach she was being carried…

Life didn’t seem so bad for the girl, it was actually getting better…

Until cancer took her mother away as she cried watching her only friend become buried…

Witnessing the ground erupt with everyone of her fears…

But who could she run to?

She couldn’t go to daddy…

All his drunk night beatings just added more tears…

Constantly cutting herself until she decides to run away…

A teenage girl trying to out run all of her demons for 15 years everyday…

And when she finally felt that she escaped…

The poor girl let her guard down not knowing within five minutes she would be raped…

She thought, as she cried, scratched, and screamed!

That even her guardian angel turned their back on her it seemed…

Months later her stomach’s getting bigger as her hearts becoming stronger…

She was ready for her baby to be born she couldn’t wait any longer…

To give her child the life she never had…

One without pain, raising it by herself not even knowing the dad…

To finally have someone to love her back…

And now she’s regretting all thoes homeless nights…

With empty henny bottles and soda just to chase it…

Is probably the main reason why the baby didnt make it…

She feels she has nothing to live for…

As she holds the gun to her head…

She starts thinking about the past before she ends up dead…

And then she slowly puts the gun down as she looks up to the sky…

And see’s her parents looking back at her as they begin to cry…

She feels in heart that its a sign that its never to late to change fate…

Theres always the next day…

Suicides never the way…

And now she calls herself S.U.S.H.I…

Because…

“She Understands She Has Issues…”

-Randum

Aside

She conceives the perfect pieces to penetrate your soul…

She’s Married to the music…

Which has me memorized by her imaginative beauty…

I’m determined to make love to her mind…

Spreading her thighs apart speaking poetry to her passion…

Constantly licking until she leaks the lyrics to my favorite song…

I want her to “cum” off the chorus…

As her mouth latches on to my instrument blowing the right melody…

I smile from the sensation…

She’s soaked from our song…

Sierra Mist flavored sex…

Her lyrics are leaving music all over the bed sheets…

Ready to make our TLC an mp3 and blast it on repeat…

Because her music is memorable like Harlem nights…

And im sprung off her song…

-Randum