This is my letter to you.
Never knew my life would be so stagnant of picture to picture.
That's how you were drew.
That hurt that I felt was untrue, but I never seen that from you.
Just the chocolate heart of my lover that grew, and grew.
You telling me sweet things that I never believed were true.
So as of today I write this letter to you,
to tell you how much i've grew,
into the lady that you always knew.
Heart beating comfortably for you.
In honor of my king that's what I called you.
Never thought about all the pain you were going through.
Or what I could do for you, but all I knew was to love you, be ya lady, and stay true.
I believed that I was a reflection of you and would always ride for you.
No matter where we at we would guide each other through,
that was the love that I knew.
Living our dreams and just be you,
hearing you say you got this love,
and i'll be standing right beside you.
No jealousy, no envy, free of energy you see.
Your queen and you will be my king from here until infinity.
Screaming it to the sky's above.
Holding you down forever,
trying to keep you around, can you love me now more than ever?
Can you continue to stand beside me no matter where we go.
About the Creator
Tecoria Savage
Poetry is for the soul, speak the words of wisdom and love. My words are loving for Justice for the world and my community. To settle arguments for families that are in need. Respecting the ones that can’t and settling for the truth.
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