Its Your Body

Vibes

Can you feel all the heat my blood flows with?
Does it turn you on that my anger is spontaneous?
Your eyes reveal what your mouth won't, and the bulge in your pants speaks an entirely different language.
Tell me dear, has puberty ended its phase, that grip that weighs you down like you're on the ocean floor,
Or are you so hung up on sex that you think a movie and a text would suffice as romance.
"I think of you all the time."
How chivalrous really, you're Shakespeare, a modern day Romeo trying to infiltrate Juliets castle.
However the guards surround the door with their life in case an assasins attempts to sneak in and kidnap my heart.
Its happened before so my knife is never to far.

"Contrary to popular belief promiscuity is scrutinized by others opinionated belief, who can fault who when lives are held so close handed?
Honestly, if her skirt was longer say past her kness would guys give her a hollar and a wink,
Possibly, maybe, but what of her identity?
Is that compromised by the influencing guise of typical minds trying to allude to illusions that you should look this way,
And she f***s a guy then she's s**t shamed?
Hypocrisy!
Double Standards!
Love list are actually a count of bodies littering the sheets,
Its almost comical that you all try to judge without attempting to even decipher the meaning even if there's no rhyme or reason some people just like to see the world, and people burn.
I think it is called insecurity."


Tatoos of surrealism cover the body given it its own language to showcase the anguish their tongue just won't say.
Piercings are the needles we feel on cold, cold nights with a sudden chill is felt but the windows are closed.
Scars depict stories of triumph they are our personal glory no one can ever corrupt,
In light of our skin our real colors are rainbows after storms,
That cocoa with marshmallows by the fire thinking, the world can get fucked.
Pardon the expression.