Morning dew upon my cheeks is just my hidden tears away from Theo.
Hoop dreams fading about me because Theo is not mine.
My body is nothing but an endless verse of love for Theo. Why not me? Can’t Theo see my body is aching for him? The last knife into my heart and soul is Theo refusing my love. I want to be his, Eve. Passages I walk will lead me straight into his awaiting arms of love, But His arms are not there waiting for me. His words are like winter fog upon my mind that leaves me cold and shivering to darkness sorrow. I want to leave fear behind me, so I can love Theo completely. I want bloom like a flower within his love. In my silences, my mind is not willing to let Theo go because my heart and soul still belongs to you. My body of verse is like old movies wishing you to caress and possess them as your forever. Theo. Now I keep on repeating my thoughts and wicked dreams of you. Liars and thieves are biting at my flesh to turn me away from you, But My body of verse is like a music harp only you can strum upon with such greatness. The best thing I can do is… Toss this body of sin into holy water and wash away all your captivated charm from my heart and soul. I may have a face of grace, but deep down inside this body of verse does desire you to whisk her away upon a bed of sinful delight. I just wish you could look into my eyes under the moonbeams of reality, as I speak my sonnet of love only for Theo. I stand upon the docks of freedom waiting for you to claim me.