Temptation/If there was a picture/It’d be yours painted next to the definition/I’m a painter/Creating and using my own foundation/I paint pictures for later/For the haters/Because without them who would truly care?/Look/Don’t judge me for what I wear/How I do my hair/You know nothing, get outta here/I’m more of a man/Than some dudes that have a ehmm in their pants/I’m lethal with a pen in hand/Romantic when I’m holdin’ hands/Sometimes I think I can/Than reality sets in/And really all we can ever do is kick it/No kissin’/Not even touchin’/Only lust, no lovin’/Yeah I don’t know what I’m missin’/And leading you on isn’t my intention/Somethin’ so complex it feels like a mission/Submission/WWE/The way you are/It’s somethin’ oh so sweet/tea/It’s killin’ me softly/Kisses on my cheek sendin’ through volts of electricity/Finally/Someone who gets my personality/Who’s not rushin’ me/goin’ with the flow like the Mississippi/Not with overflow/Slow goin’/Paddle boat/Just so you know/I’ve clarified/Invested the time tellin’/I’m not sure what’s on my mind but I’m tryin’/Maybe the effort isn’t as concerted as you’d like it/But I’m tryin’/For once I’m not denyin’/Maybe I’m just buyin’ time/Yeah right/Isn’t that somethin’ we’d all like to try?/ Lies/ They’re easier to tell than the truth/From day one I promised you/Honesty/ And honestly, I’ve been doin’ pretty good/So it seems/ But beauty/ Is in the eye of the beholder and everything/ So I’ll just keep painting/ You just keep standing/ Still/ If you will/ No sudden movements/ You might just send me to the moon/ When you walk into the room/ Who am I kiddin’/ You do/I keep tryin' to resist/ And that’s why you’re temptation
What About Me?
- MissK505
- I'm a writer. End of story. Actually, the beginning, but close enough. I discovered my talent around the age of 12 though I did not fully put it to the test until my sophmore year of high school. It was an English teacher who recognized my talents and help me push to be better. I took a poetry class in college that opened my eyes up to the world of poetry. I learned many forms, as well as exercised them. August 13, 2007: a day that has changed me forever. You see, I lost my best friend that day; 14 years gone and all I'm left with is memories. With that being said, my writing went MIA for three years, and now, it's SO much different then what it used to be. Take it or leave it; you need my words in your life.
