#sweetserenades

So who would'nt wanna brag about having a poem written for them? I mean come on now; what's sexier than a guy who has amazing skills on paper?!

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I see the pain and failed attempts of futuristic possibilites drenching through your soul from your eyes...do the days seem so endless to you after love left you standing alone, feeling weaker and fightless than before...your hair tugged from the memories of the good times you thought would get you to where you longed for in your dreams since y'alls younger days...the eye liner is running down your face from trying to flush his last looks he gave you before the 'so called' end. your tears have crusted on your face, resembling the pain that has scarred you permanently. but yet i feel the difference i know the pain and i have wiped my own fears away...will you allow me yours? my fingers are itching to rub through your hair tickling your better senses of you, feeling a new beginning. my eyes filled with anxiety to look into yours and make them smile when your face is saddened. and my lips- anticipating the day i will place mine upon them with the lavender rose lipstick you used to wear on a day not to impress but when you are just feeling yourself.and know the day is gonna be good...and that my kiss will level it to the greatest...I may not be dark and have the body that would make you drool over...but allow your heart to open up and see the strength of mine. see my form and let it intertwine with yours so through the ights when we make rough love...you won't have one regret in your mind that i am the only one that has brought you the present that you weren't mature enough to open yet...look at you then...and look at you now. the smile. the smell of your new perfume that erases his scent and makes your new swagg a part of mines...just cause i'm not your type never stopped me from loving you fatima, my dear wife.

-Bryton Broussard.


So, Ummm BASICALLY...

*If that didn't capture your heart, then i don't know what will!