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Black Diamond Night

Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery) 

Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely, 
Sinister through hostile spirits only,

I stumble across these stones without a bone
A solitary confinement alone,
From a barren zone the light transcend
Only in time, our minds will mend

Endless valleys and limitless stones
These bones- these bones they sit alone
The abyss, of rotten cavities with no fill,
A system no power can unwell the drill
The blood that passed over without a spill
Peaks collapse into a spellbinding chill
They are trapped! They are trapped!
Another diamond in the rough
Is what they left

Obsessed with the dead without a death
A death that impatiently awaited their last breath
Gushing, into the gems of dead chemistry,
Diamonds holding its own intensity,
These lonely graves, on top of sycamore hill
Coal mining hearts that will never heal
If only shiny eyes could see?
These lonely bones inside of me!
Moving in every direction possible
Flowing in every direction noticeable
Sockets without eyes.
Stones hiding under the cobalt skies.
The mad sparkles, the madness dies.
Throughout this mess, we held in the blasphemous
Intervening lots of gems so miraculous
  
Into a stone of self-religion,
A black night filled of legions
Acknowledging the soul's capacity of free
Near the frail bones that sit alone,
Alone they sit in a morbid home.
Through a path unclear and all alone,
Troubled by the visions of my own stone
Where the night takes place in the dark
The ebony rides under the diamond bark
Along with the coal miners who never got to see the;
“Diamonds of another day!”

:) pd


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012


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Politician Perdition

POLITICIAN PERDITION

Do you find yourself analytical
When it comes to things political
Corpulent men in suits and ties
Cheat with promises and lies

With true intent we go to vote
To make choice of *** or goat
Labor, Nationals, Libs and Greens
Strut their stuff like Kings and Queens

Have you met an honest Pollie?
Show me one - I'll shout: By Gollie!
With their hands deep in our pockets
They send taxes up like rockets

The grass withers and crops die
For feed and water creatures cry
While there's water up on Mars 
And in ‘swamp’s’ well plenished bars!

Trump - outsider - stands his ground
Trait in Pollies seldom found
He treats leaders, lords and Kings
Marionettes dangling on strings.

Never TelePrompt refined
Opens up and speaks his mind
Straight from heart and off the cuff
Uncut diamond in the rough

Mock his lack of history pure
Never going to be demure
He hits back at thrown insults
I care more for his results
 
 So let’s give an admonition
To bog dwelling politicians
‘Had enough to fill your cup
Drink it down! Your time is up!’


Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2018


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A Sense of Diamonds

To hear me would sound like a symphony of octaves –
played all at once with concrete fingers
on diamond in the rough strings.

To see me…O’, to see me you would have to turn,
ever so slightly sideways, to ensure proper exposure –
one would not wish to either scar his or her retinas

with too much light; or murder their spirits with silky
raven on a moonless night, darkness. No, no. That 
is far too much for the eyes to bear.

To touch me would be like dipping warm fingertips into 
a pool of liquid mercury; like the sun’s rays beneath 
the water, touching the ocean’s deepest silver depths.

The scent of me would bring your waiting nose to a
dichotomy of frenzy – one side wanton, and as eager 
as a schoolboy with a playboy – but the other side!

The other nostril would shrivel under scrutiny; buckle under 
the burning scent of disgust and unrefined madness, as if you 
were smelling your own death, not the florid scent of Eden. 

And to taste me…to taste me would leave the tongue 
as twisted as a winter apple’s branches; as torn as a wool 
tartan from the shoulder’s of a traitor; and as confused

as a year without Spring. To taste me would be like
tasting every dream you ever lusted, and every ending
that ever broke you – like sipping lemonade in the void.

But…if you are the one; the only one in the midst of all
this impenetrable chaos who can sense me, beyond 
the average man’s malleable stone-walled borders –

than I bid you come. Test the likes of this diamond
against your rough-hewn backdrop – try me on for size; 
see if you have the stones to not. Get. Cut.




*Inspired by Nathan Leccese's Diamond in the Rough, contest. :)


Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009


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A "Hopeless" Diamond (in the Rough)

French trader Tavernier in a greed-inspired way
Glared at an idol of a temple in Mandalay
Prying a gem from its eye socket, a curse prevailed
Tavernier died bankrupt soon after making the sale

Louis XIV bought the stone, 1668
A gift to his mistress, Louis had it cut heart-shape
For dabbling in Black Magic, this madam was burned
A century passed with the curse’s power unlearned

The diamond was then bestowed on Marie Antoinette
For wearing it with boastful pride, Marie lost her head
She lost respect from the commoners of her nation
This gem has since been linked to the French Revolution

Cut far smaller, the gem resurfaced, 1830
When a London banker bought the rock of infamy
Henry Thomas Hope survived; the curse appeared to break
For 70 years the Hope Diamond’s wrath lay in state

A Hope heir’s marriage collapsed; his wife evoked the curse
As she foretold, subsequent owners’ fates would be worse
French broker Jacques Colot went mad, suicide his road
Sultan “Abdul the Damned,” insane after being deposed

Then to an American the Hope Diamond was sold
Washington Post owner Maclean watched horrors unfold
Other household members died, but it was Maclean’s son
Ten years old, struck by a car, his Dad’s mind came undone

Ultra-light ray tests caused the mystery diamond to glow
With safety in mind, Hope’s eerie stone found a new home
It remained locked on display in the Smithsonian
Could it be to blame for all that’s wrong in Washington?

Tragedy also tied to raiders of King Tut’s tomb
Perhaps lessons can be gleaned from those who met their doom
Robbing temples, burial sites, outcomes always bad
Greedy souls’ quests for wealth can leave them totally mad

So don’t expect me to purchase a diamond in the rough
Considering this gem’s history, a sandstone’s quite enough


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009


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Muted Blue

I'll hold this place for her loving faintly-
fragile, and tepid outer layer veils so thinly
a gorgeous core shining bright and quietly
  Her eyes say more
    than lips betraying her thoughts
 as they swirl to intriguing depth.
 I dive, plunge deeply-secretly
   wading in thought's waters
     loving the expanded borders
        hidden beyond your rippled surface.
As birds singing, primp their rehearsed tune,
your diamond shines reluctant
from realities igneous tomb

I wan't to know the words she's trapped in blue
fluttering chests locked tightly when nervous
posture tells of something more.
Hushed often before, and muted now conditioned
to repress your heart...it's hard to breathe
as you selfconsciously hold your breath

Move those lips to mine
  and whisper each trapped caption
    your mind froze but never lost,
open the soul to feeling once more
like blood reddening air exposure
freeing the absence of feeling
...replaced with this tuned in euphoria
     blaring melodies warm and familiar to our ears



 
  *Inspired by Nathan's "Diamond in the Rough" contest


Copyright © Steve Voorhees | Year Posted 2009


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A Diamond In The Rough

The flower still stood in the midst of the storm;
its petals still fresh and divinely clasped together.

The winds and rains couldn't stop buds to blossom,
though being in a hostile weather.

It was a plant brought down from the heavens by divinity,
to proof the existence of manifestation of invisible invincibility.

We all have the flower deep within;
it is waiting to glow like the Sun.....


 


Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014


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Pretty Patty


Pretty Patty was a penny pincher of the worst kind
She saved every single cent that she could find
She carefully cut out coupons ,counting every one
A bit bizarre but buying butter cheaper, oh what fun!
Fashion forward not, wore second hand store stuff
But our  ditzy darling was a diamond in the rough
She started scrimping and saving solely for a reason
Her main mission was gladly giving gifts of the season
To those who were woefully without she gladly gave
With this joyful gesture a child's Christmas she might save 


7/8/14


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014


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Unfinished

On the Potter's wheel
I am clay - 
sticky, messy red clay,
being kneaded like bread,
'till pliable.
In firm but gentle hands
the Potter molds and shapes me into
a vessel of honor,
a vessel worthy of a King.
God is not finished with me yet.

A diamond in the rough am I,
A chunk of rock.
But, as the Master Jeweler
chip, chip, chips away my impurities,
bit by bit,
I begin to sparkle, I begin to shine,
'till that final day when I'll be transformed
into a pure exquisite diamond.
A diamond fit for a King.
God is not finished with me yet.

My life is an unfinished tapestry.
Day by day my Creator
carefully, deliberately
weaves a thread here,
snips a thread there.
When my life comes to an end,
the tapestry will be complete.
I will be perfected.
Until then,
God is not finished with me yet.

9/23/12
For Catie Lindsey's "Metaphorically Speaking" contest.


Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2012


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Antagonist

You appear in my sleep like Freddy to dissolution my dreams

You pose as kryptonite to my Superman; if we were a movie, you would be the villain and of course, I would be the hero

Yes, a minuscule Mr. McGhee to my Incredible Hulk

You faintly appear as a STOP sign when my light defiantly shines a vibrant green

GO!  Yes, I am going like a freight train in the middle of the night
Steadfastly plodding my course of destiny towards that glorious morning light

A diamond in the rough, a once dull surface is now shining brightly

Keep the reel rolling as the plot thickens
Oh yes!  I'm writing my masterpiece line by line, just call me Mr. Dickens

As my persona effortlessly aggrandize
There you are cowardly lurking and wishing for my demise

But like the mighty 'Phoenix'  out of ashes, I RISE!
No surprise!  For it is true, I rise.  Yes, I RISE!


Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2016


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I'm just

I'm just
_______________________

I'm just an arubix cube,
give me a little spin
see what info you shall gain
if I choose to let you in.

I'm a mix of puzzle pieces,
some that might not fit
just try to figure me out
before you decide to quit.

I'm just ragged shirt,
someone chose to throw away
it's okay to try me on
if you want me to stay.

I'm just a pair of shoes,
I lack a little shine
but someday I could look brand new
if you could take the time.

I'm just a diamond in the rough,
needing edges more refined
if you could get to know me
I could make you really shine.


So before you even realize,
you'll know me a little more
and don't be so surprised
when I decide to shut that door.

Everyone has their, that's enough,
that's all you need to know
just feel blessed you know that much
and then simply let it go.

8/19/14- Jessica Thompson


Copyright © Jessica Thompson | Year Posted 2014


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The Drawbacks Of Being A Wallflower

Barely seconds into something, already hooked.
Why question anything if you know your stuff?
You know best that it’s easy to be overlooked,
Especially when you’re a diamond in the rough.

Undiscovered diamonds are beautiful no less,
Though nobody looks, for it seems a time waste,
It didn’t catch the eye, the moment won’t press,
Still there sits a wonderful creation, ever chaste.

Seemingly distant, yet inside shines with allure,
If not an established masterpiece it is known,
The unfamiliar treasure has naught to reassure,
The hallucination of becoming a precious stone.

All the treasured pieces and items universally,
Either tell a great tale, or will fetch a fine price.
The wallflower diamond untold commercially,
And without a story, could be mistaken for ice.


Copyright © Michael Lowe | Year Posted 2016


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Jewel

You are a jewel in diguse
i am fortunate you have no other ties
you are truely a diamond in the rough
A beautiful girl from kansas who is tough
i am so lucky i found you
Now the sky is a brighter shade of blue
we will be together tomorrow
before you see the first morning sparrow


Copyright © Zach Aurel Henderson | Year Posted 2009


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Central Village

Central Village, ah bitter-sweet your love
The golden sunset above
The black smoke of sugarcane burning
And the boy on Twickenham's mead yearning
Sometimes again like flocks of birds in flight
Across the evening sky
Memory comes winging at the edge of night
And old men only sigh
For all life treasures seem in the past, gone
And every new dawn
Is empty, but of the world's weariness. My pearl,
My diamond in the rough was she
The troubled, bright eye, beautiful girl
I did not know joy she brought to me
Despite your violent lanes, broken fences
You showed me life without gilt and pretenses


Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010


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INTRINSICAL ABANDON

Chimera of visual candy and sounds. I twirl my poetic skirt — the Magyar gypsy in me abandons time and space — the earth is mine — to mold, create as my God whispers splendiferous life, the ways of this sphere and paradise.

vainglorious words
floating in the atmosphere
i pop their bubbles

I free myself, listen to the critiques and adulation, twisted into the audience’s imagination. We collaborate in thunderstorms. I’m not a rock or an island but a diamond in the rough. Polish my adjectives and verbs. Resound the earthquake in my soul. Embellish my nouns and stamp on my heart. 

the dew of my breath
joined with the peppermint wind
— rhapsodic rejoice

The world twirls in party spin until I’m dizzy and giddy. Our hands clasped - with centrifugal force — we go round and round. I capture in my mind’s eye the nuances of the ride. Fish fly and birds swim. Babies grow up and adults hush.

the cup and saucer
teatime passes by quickly
— porcelain shatters

Until my dying day, I will treasure this merry-go-round parade. My earrings dangle, my pearls midair, the embers of my hair, heels kicked up in lusty dust, doves cooing, ravens cawing. There’s always more to say.

skirt with pressed wrinkles
the restless iron suppressed
— abandon my death

7/6/2018



Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018


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A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH The silky pearly-white soft skin, beneath her comb's dark beams and her intriguing olive eyes' attentive, thoughtful gaze, behind the night's befalling veil, with elegance supreme, like mystic crypts enchant the men and cause infernal blaze. Involuntarily transmits her messages across a forest nymph expands her spell beneath the moonlight's phase, beguiles the thoughts; romantic dream her cherry lips of gloss the nightly creatures stuns and laws of reason disobeys. Untamed, a diamond in the rough, the nymph in darkness shines without a partner to escort her dance beneath the sky, denies to coexist with men, proposals she declines, and so belongs to breezy streams, that lift her image high. © Olive Eloisa Guillermo, 08-20-2014, All Rights Reserved (Quatorzain or Iambic heptameter


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014


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I Remember

I Remember!
by Michelle L. Casto

My presence is a blessing to the world.
I Am Love. I Am Light. 

A one-of-a-kind, magnificent, Infinite Being.
I create any reality I desire,
all I need do is ask, believe and receive.

As a child, I knew I was a priceless gift.
Through tears and trials, I forgot.

I Remember!

In the dark, I stumble.
I scrape my knee, confuse my mind, and bruise my heart.

Courageously, rising again

In the light, I dance.
I’ve been a diamond in the rough waiting to be found.

I Remember!

Changes, challenges, and choices 
empower me to discover 
who I was born to be.

All are stepping stones 
leading to my Destiny.

I release the need to know. 
I embrace what is.
Faith is my foundation.
Growth, my invitation.

My Soul is my Compass
as I Remember. 


Copyright © Michelle Casto | Year Posted 2015


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Your Eyes See Me

you see what is there
the others see what they want
truth...their perspective

they chose their lenses
you see with your naked eye
diamond in the rough

to them I am veiled 
layers of misconceptions
their vision is blurred

with you I am me
there's no fear in your presence
YOUR eyes see BEAUTY

Jade

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder".....
and you have beautiful eyes
for that.....I am grateful! 


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015


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'Hidden Beauty'


you were that diamond in the rough the one they never noticed until you started to shine, your hidden beauty became the one thing everybody noticed precisely at the time you decided to shut the world out they sat up and took note they finally saw you
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2012


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A Tale of the Wind

In the frame that hangs upon that wall resides
an image taken from the previous century.
The jubilant smile on that kid's face reflects
a time similar to a world of fantasy.
Superheroes were real,
good prospered over evil,
and the clock of life 
would never cease to tick and tock.
But like the weather,
things change and then that cold,
spine chilling breeze passes through your body.
You soon realize that the only thing that you were right
to think as a child was to be afraid of the dark.
Often the darkness will swallow you up, and just as often,
the meaning of light that you clung to will diminish from existence.
I've known that feeling for a while now.

Rooted with the spirit to thrive like blossoming roses.
Childhood is like a cool summer breeze.
The way the wind gently massages your pores
until the scorching heat becomes a fable.
It serves to remind you that fire doesn't always 
burn if you know that opportunity
will soon extinguish its flames.
The future holds many luxuries, is what most are told,
and others learn that sharp jewels cut deep.
Like a diamond in the rough,
we grow up trying to discover our self-value,
while others try to dim the light that flourishes from our ability to shine.
And during that journey,
many of us are left to crumble
as if we were uncompressed lumps of coal.
The realities of life step from the shadows and reveals itself.
A misconstrued image of what's real and what's fictional.
This is around the time that the winter's blizzards
begin their reign of terror.
The pneumatic wind chills make the temperatures even colder
until the blood flowing through your veins become opaque.

Like roses in the winter,
eventually our beauty becomes a mirage,
the sweet sensation of warmth becomes a facade,
and we become fragile, wither and die.
The great-grandmother who loved kodak moments was a rare flower,
but frigid temperatures preceded demise until death reigned.
Every time I visited her as a child I'd greet her
with a subtle, shy grin and she'd greet me with a full smile.
As time passed, while being in her presence, my lips would soon mirror hers.
It's been a long time since I've seen that glamorous smile.
Because now she's gone in the wind
and every time I feel a breeze,
it haunts my thoughts.

Life, like the wind, comes and goes.
Sometimes a warm breeze, sometimes a cold breeze.
Sometimes howling an unearthly tone 
and sometimes whispering smooth jazz.
But it'll always blow even as one day
we won't be able to feel it tickle our skin.


Copyright © m.n.i.w m.n.i.w | Year Posted 2015


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who says

I wouldn't wanna be anybody else, hey 
You made me insecure, to me I wasn't good enough 
But who are you to judge When you're a diamond in the rough
 I'm sure you got some things You'd like to change about yourself
 But when it comes to me I wouldn't want to be anybody else
 I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me You got every right to a beautiful life, 
come on
 Who says, who says you're not perfect 
Who says you're not worth it 
Who says you're the only one that's hurting 
Trust me that's the price of beauty Who says you're not pretty Who says you're not beautiful, who says?
 It's such a funny thing How nothing's funny when it's you 
You tell 'em what you mean But they keep whitin' out the the truth
 It's like the work of art That never get to see the light Keep you beneath the stars Won't let you touch the sky
 I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me You got every right to a beautiful life,
 come on
 Who says, who says you're not perfect 
Who says you're not worth it 
Who says you're the only one that's hurting 
Trust me that's the price of beauty 
Who says you're not pretty
 Who says you're not beautiful, who says?
 Who says you're not star potential Who says you're not presidential Who says you can't be in movies Listen to me, listen to me
 Who says you don't pass the test 
Who says you can't be the best Who said, who said? 
Would you tell me who said that, yeah Who said
 Who says, who says you're not perfect
 Who says you're not worth it 
Who says you're the only one that's hurting 
Trust me that's the price of beauty 
Who says you're not pretty 
Who says you're not beautiful, who says?
 Who says you're not perfect 
Who says you're not worth it 
Who says you're the only one that's hurting 
Trust me that's the price of beauty Who says you're not pretty Who says you're not beautiful, who says


Copyright © prarthana shankar | Year Posted 2012


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Diamonds and Pearls Intro

Diamonds and Pearls Intro

He’s a black diamond standin’ on his throne
Platinum pyramids full of rubys and golds
He rolls royces in silks and riches
First class flights fly first…pacific
Atlantic oasis vacations chasin’ him…
From the states to the islands…they paradisin’ him
Crusin’ round the world in his yacht…no glitches
Shinin’ like baguettes on his wrist…past richness
Sun bathin’ over seas…meditatin’ steadily
In mentality of Garnet…pure clarity
Red emeralds green emeralds…purple tanzanite
It’s Taj Majal relica lookin’ in his eyes
Care for a glass of “The jewel of Pangaea”
Toast to the diamond in the rough of ideas
Higher than the pope…king of all kings
I introduce to you…your majesty… King Sesame


Written by: Aleasha Martin


Copyright © Aleasha Martin | Year Posted 2013


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Chloe's Delight

She bursts inside, grey eyes alight.
"Oh, Grandma, isn't she a sight,
wearing red, black-dotted clothes?
So beautiful, I've named her Rose."

Miss Ladybug conveys delight
as a beamy diamond, star-bright.
In her joy my heart takes note
of innocence and love, her coat.

Some courts today prove no remorse
for wasted children with no voice.
Vile pedophiles bear hearts of stone
and we, in turn, defend our own.

If I could set the stars a snare
I'd braid a band within her hair
or snatch a patch of summer skies
and tear off blue to grace her eyes.

Our little diamond in the rough
whose tender heart must be made tough.


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014


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PRECIOUS BLACK DIAMOND



When trials fall, she remains tough Yes, a diamond in the rough, Black…but shining outside her cage For courage is youth’s heritage. In time seasoned, one polished gem Reigning like a glossed diadem, And strength becomes a lasting grace Facing doubt with holy embrace. She knows each conquest quite well paid When life’s jewel adorns her shade. This woman never bought but found A precious light, finally crowned. Black Diamond Contest For Nayda Ivette Negron 8..08..2016


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016


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The Balance of Life

Natures upset
Band aid of clouds
The wind that's forgotten
Until it barges in
Raising its voice
Taking full control
Directing its obstacles 
To make new challenges
To distract other intelligence
Natural elements adapt to their new surroundings
Can only see black fog
Even the stars have decided to stay in, and turn their lights off
The suns saying 'screw you, leave me out of this'
Knowing soon that its going to look out of place
When it shines its gigantic light
To make every imperfection sparkle
Desperately trying to imitate a diamond in the rough
Are natural disasters mother natures suicide attempt?
But of course humans have to jump in and save the day
But than causes more destruction with twice as much damage
Such as knocking down a generation of habitats down to build a health club
To let humans live another decade in comfort


Copyright © Miya Fontaine | Year Posted 2014


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God Made You for Me

Lookinh back on us and what we became many things come to me when i hear your 
name.
It's kind of strange and scary all at the same time but what we have is beyond what 
others can see with their naked eye.
You taught me how to smile when i was down you never let others see my frowns.
Everytime you kiss me my heart race because that's where I wanted you to be 
placed.
If love was like the clearest sea, I think I would die because you would be able to 
see right through me.
I smile at the thought of spending the rest of my life with you I honestly question 
myself what would I do if I were to ever lose you.
I look at the sky as tears filled my eyes as I fight myself so I would not cry.
What is love? I ask myself ever night before I go to sleep.
Is it the feeling that is shared between both you and me.
This may sound corny but you're my king and i would stay loyal to you as long as 
you continue loving me.
I don't know how long this is going to last or if it's true but all I know is that I really 
do love you.
I rub my stomach as a smile cross my face God has blessed us with a miracle that no 
one could ever take away.
With all we have been through in our past yet we stand strong us together we can't 
go wrong.
In my heart I truly believe, that God made you a diamond in the rough just for me.
He took you through trials and tribulatons to make you the man that you are today just 
know that there's no one that could ever take your place.
I want you yo smile when you feel the need to cry I want you to look to your right 
because I will be right by your side.
God took the time out to make you for me I just want you to see that things could 
only get bette if you believe.


Copyright © Sonnquetta Wilkerson | Year Posted 2011