Changes long poem

Uploaded by Tyesia Taylor

Laughing and crying eager to know what’s next.
This sort of behavior feels like some kind of a hex.
Changes are emerging and feelings are stronger.
I am so anxious I cannot wait any longer.
This surprise of love is getting better every minute.
Now he cannot finish my sentence.
That night scared and hurt him the most.
Now I can sit back and just coast.
Nesting on me and wanting my every need.
Damn the love has finally bust from its seed.
I’m kind of scared in some ways.
Lingering in absence love in so many days.
Now he cannot get enough.
This hardcore, insensitive man is no longer buff.
The real man has come out.
Every touch of me has caused him to shout.
He is saying things I never heard him say.
Things changed since I was about to leave him that day.
He has felled the test.
I have gotten his very best.
I love him so I thought want to control him.
I can now say that I can forget about the rest of them.
The other women cannot stand a chance.
Because my love and vibrant attraction makes him dance.
I guess the other day he really had to see.
That we both are meant to be.

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Dr. K.S. Bhardwaj

“I guess the other day he really had to see.
That we both are meant to be.”
This guessing game makes the life worth living. Good expressions…..



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