Watch as I make love to paper with my words
Love was conceived through ink adopting metaphors
Opening doors in a mansion of my thoughts
Corridors leading to unoccupied rooms that have yet to be discovered
Empty .....waiting on that special one to make my house a home
I sit back watching, moving mountains in my mind
Alone as I make vital decisions from my throne
Forged in his image force to feel his pain
My crown filled with thorns
Onlookers who frown and continue to hold me in contempt
But they forget that by his blood I am exempt
Its all politics I suppose
Surrounded by women who capitalize on being called Bitches and Hoes
Its not the shoes nor is it the clothes its the person who holds the pose
Entangled by words that hold no meaning
High off of pipe-dreams so it seems
Those who dont want to lose but desire to be redeemed
A grown man’s Queen
Im sired to my King
No matter how bad I want to run away
His gentle voice causes me to stay
Fear of the unknown, my cover has been blown
Not sure what my next move should be in this game of chess
Checkmate I dont know my fate
I have too much on my plate
I just no he pleads with me to trust him....relax....and wait
Lost, in an unknown place ~SJ
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