Spirit Monsoon
I'm no Marilyn Monroe, no Megan Fox, maybe a little Del Ray
You have to know the stories inside of my coy stare
If I let you in and let you feel it inside of me, would you want to stay
By God, let my bystanders notice those gypsy eyes with care
I'm no lady, unfortunately; animalistic roar beneath small frames
Hair wild, heart as untamable as the sea
Would you be okay not being able to tame
Any of the spirits residing inside of me
I try to tell you with my eyes
I try to make you see
Please don't be like the other guys
Who tried to take advantage of me
If I let you in, will you be scared and run away?
Faster than those ancestors of mine that jumped
In your absence, I'm still asking you to stay
I pleaded for those angels of favor, but they don't come
The Angel in Black and the Demon in White
My predecessors, the wolves, and the moon
My whole life, I have tried to hide
All of them in me, brewing a spirit monsoon
Copyright © Chayle Dikoff | Year Posted 2015
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