Ericka's poem
I had a need to write this at 3:59 AM
Ericka
My air is her
I breathe in every memory of her
She is so beautiful
No one can mess with her
I believe she is the best
Her eyes will tell you the rest
Her hair
On my chest
I contest
Look at her
She is mine
Was mine
Jackpot, she said
I watched in awe
Never mind, she basically said
I watched in awe
Ericka
My air is her
She is so beautiful
Her poem is enough
So fly
My darling
You are flying
I hope you land on me again
I could use an angel with wings
Her mighty feathers
Weathers a sad face
Ericka
My air is her
Her poem is enough
Her music is enough
I hope she hears mine
Sees my rhymes
I see yours
I hear reflections of me in time
Her smile, her style
Her laugh, her monotone voice that makes me laugh when she is annoyed
Enough of that, she is self-employed
Just kidding, I have no idea
Ericka
My air is her
Her smile, her style
Her self expressions make me drool
Her savageness, very potent
Omni-potent, omni-directional
She deserves
Only the best
Ericka
My air is her
She deserves the best
But sadly, my best is not enough
Her test is strong
She wants a contemporary man
I am, but living in the past
My mind, on the future
My feet, on burnt ashes
Ericka
My air is her
Her test is strong
My best is wrong
Restart the song
I am, the song
Ericka
My air is her
I am, the song
She is, the microphone and the speaker
The karaoke machine
Ericka
My air is her
She is, 21% oxygen
Just kidding
She is, 70% water
Ericka
My air is her
Just kidding
My love is her
My love is for her
4:43 AM
About the Creator
Davis Nguyen
He considers himself a novice writer. Living in the greater Seattle area, a high school drop out. With no academic credibility, he sets out a journey to the center of his insubordination in hopes to 1 day earn an honest living wage from it.
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