Reality took my virginity [flow with me with my poetry] !

You think you know who I am ?

But you have NO idea.

Try and figure me out and you'll just loose.

I'll purposely influence you with misguided clues.

I'm no puzzle that you just piece together,

I am a masterpiece, who is redefined regardless of the weather.

Life is my wear and tear and I say I don't care,

but no one dares to ask me..

Who are you ?

Instead they are subject to the ordinary,

Switching the H and the W are customary,

but can you handle the truth ?

On some days when asked can you handle a FUCK YOU ?

Because I can see straight through you, you don't care !

It's friendly, its nice, but please think twice.

You once were and now you've never been.

It's time to grow up, we graduated way back when.
I feel shameful, i'm still subject to the same shit,

When I told myself I wouldn't be like this,

get like this, or stress like this.

Looking in the mirror, I see potential and disgust.

Those two reside together infinitely in lust.

How could I be a virgin, fucking myself over ?

Stop listening to the world,

They don't cry tears for you late at night, you do !

Listening to love songs and dreaming motion pictures in your head.

Wondering when happiness and your life will meet at a dead end.

The heart of an angel that's been raped by reality,

You just can't be fucking nice to everybody.

But my hope and dreams are on my own personal life support.

Reminding myself I want to do better

and I'll never settle.

So here goes my love dream...

Baby, I saw you across the room, staring at me, staring at you,

and I was wondering,

Given this certain circumstance,

Where our eyes ignited this lustful chance,

and in my deepest thoughts, im undressing you with my eyes.

I've imagined me pulling your hair as you stroke deeply,

I've seen those eyes gazing into mine reflecting back the admiration exuding from my being.

Oh, and I've kissed those sexy lips...for the first time.

It was nothing short of a miracle.

I clutched your waist and wondered how your skin would feel on mine,

but time will only tell.

And I'm back, to reality.

That bitch that raped me!

So the next time you ask me how's life? How are you?

I'll reply simply and prohibitly, "I'm fucked, how are you?"

-Larose.