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Quanisha Johnson Poem
thug love letter
I only hope that you will drink these words i say to you, and be drunken by
my every emotion, as i hold the key to our childhood, while i testify for your
love as if u were given a life sentence for my crime. Thinking for these past 5 years
grow old,
while watching our people's lyfe suffer growing older than having to die withought thats
given thoght our question, why? Darkened by the shadows of my brest, like the two
smuthered
blackberries that we use to surive on. only surviving our last test.
pouring out are my emotions, my tears along with my past. Have I not Suffered phyiscally
and poetically.
are my words words yet enough to be cut deep by your tears while watching your ears
bleed, as you would be drunken by the last drop of my sexuality. While Our Days Began to
grow cold, and we too began to grow old so now our love has outgrown.
I too, am ready to be loved, and be drunken by your every emotion, tasteing the last drop
from your lips.
Copyright © Quanisha Johnson | Year Posted 2005
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Quanisha Johnson Poem
The night is young, so as the mornng that i will soon await to arise in your eyes
fallen by the desporate words you speak.
Watching you sleep so peacfully in your sweet dreams. as the wisper of the wind waits for
you to awake.
My heart is growing old by every minute dreaming softly to your dream kisses.
For i now know that i can't no longer live in your dreams i have to go back to that
raisin in the sun reality, dried again by the gasping of the wind. i have fallen in love
but it is now time for me to awake and watch the sun rise, as yesterday's moon grows old.
while kissing me good-night to your dream kisses, while i'm on cloud nine touching the
sky.....
Copyright © Quanisha Johnson | Year Posted 2005
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