Dear Lala,
The heart wants what
The heart wants
My truest confession is for you
And you will know by the confession
Of my soul
Remember when we first met
On the playground, you held me tighter than your favorite teddy but
As boys do, I fought falling down
To kiss your bruised knee and then your lips
I know I haven't been faithful
Eyes fade with age and puberty
Did blind me as a flower stood in
Your place dying for you to come
I seen you grow like a Coca Cola bottle shape made my mother reminscine about youth, kept me from middle school's disgrace and during high school days. Smart is what you see in me and I love you for that. Close as friends can get benefiting from love twine. I must confess you are my first love and our passion has lit a fire, forever yours.
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Matthew Primous
I am a Black Scholar, International Scholar, & Google Scholar, & 3-Time Eber & Wein Best Poet., Nominee for Poet of the Year, 2020 Black Author Matters Winner, 2 time Akademia Excellence Essayists,& 2022 Honorary Muckrack Journalist.
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