It's a mutual attraction.
So far there has been no action.
I guess he has been in a relationship for 6 years.
He said he no longer drinks beer.
Mine don't last more than 3 but my longest was six.
I like hearing the truth with no tricks.
He offered me his ****.
I don't feel offended or sick.
So far its just been *** talk.
We haven't even been on a walk.
Neither of us by each other have been stalked.
We used to work together.
The rain is romantic weather.
Together we could look good in a picture.
As his arm candy I wish to be a permanent fixture.
Is our destiny to be together in the potion of life's mixture?
*******.
Obscene text.
Not a prospect or an ex.
Is not single.
But may want to mingle.
Makes me feel *****.
When they talk all flirty.
Never said that to my face.
Texted me an image I can not erase.
He still has a girlfriend.
We never even hung out as friends.

Waited to be sofisticated.
Desires saturated.
Feelings contemplated.
Unknown people stalked & hated.
Commitments unreached & outdated.
Birthdays belated.
Imaginary relationships created.
Fantasies unfated.
Communities fenced & gated.
Opposite sexes connected & mated.
Second thoughts changed & debated.

Destiny is calling what is left of me.
An army is more than one, two, or three.
Honor is a part of me.
Morals you feel but can't see.
Heros don't always get fame on t.v.
Humanity is a morality.
Death is a tragedy.
Disperse this ambush.
The alliance was not first.
Delayed from before.
Bombed to the floor.
Echoed through the corridor.
Innocent souls to heaven soar.
From this life mortals need more.
Vital to survival.
Don't stall or idle.
Go the extra mile.
Be pleasant & don't forget to smile.

I do not know the cure for mortality of when, where, how, or why.
I do not know why sadness makes me cry.
I do not know why someday I will die.
I do not know why I have not met a marry me guy.
I do not know why love money can not buy.
I do not know why no one to me says hello or hi.
I do not know why lovers cheat & lie.
I do not know why I am ****** to exist & dwell in this sty.

Counting the grains of sand on the beach.
An unrealistic fantasy I am unable to reach.
A sadness you have to experience to teach.

Poor Harmony forever alone & *****.
Loneliness so heavy like lead.
No offering but stale & moldy bread.
A daughter poor & unfed.
An existence unloved & eventually dead.
A love letter unopened & unread.
A broken heart ripped & bled.
Sorrow & despair mutually unfelt & unsaid.
Like counting the hair folicules on your head.
A soulmate to never share a bed.
A hunger neglected & unfed.

A Capricorn his children I would have born.
Children of the Capricorn.
Despite in laws that would ***** as a thorn.
The jealous type as a devil with horns.
Never to be a sacred union I would mourn.
My heart in half is what was torn.
A wedding dress for me will never be worn.
By men I guess I am just not adorn.
My spirit falls like a ripe acorn.
Don't know what rhymes with T.....
Other then today, tomorrow,& forever
Perhaps his octomom complex of wanting to have four kids is not clever.
Who is willing to.... his girlfriend.
So he says we should just be friends.
To have another baby with a lover.
Not to be married first I say never.
Even if it was with T.....
Would he break up with his girlfriend ever?
A mutual attraction would conquer.
My heart is filled with love that is pure.
His desire I had once before stirred.
Money or ****** doesn't work as a lure.
For him to choose me over her.
*** & marriage with me would he concur?
His past with her would become a blur
To resume a life with me as they were.
For his happiness I would be the cure.
As a husband I know he would be better.
Casting a love spell couldn't deliver.
I have no power to control the weather.

My questions go unanswered.
My words ignored.
My presence overlooked.
Myself invisible to the eyes of others.

In a sty of stench.
In her own ***** she is drenched.
The reason I crossed two states borders.
Pack rat hoarder.
Without organization of order.

Out lived my heart hesitated.
My life dictated.
By a **** "mom" who dominates.
Controlling with my child as leverage.
She holds us hostage.
In her cobwebbed hellhole of dust.
Mold, ***** stench, mildew, & rust.
She is no one to ever trust.
I have alot to complain about & fuss.

Neglected, unprotected,& disrespected.
Taken for granted & unappreciated.
Unknown but senselessly hated.

For love or friendship I waited.
No one ever asked me to be dated.
My life I lived & created.