ChronicKris

She makes the imperfections, perfect, I see colors I've never seen before. She unconsciously helps me make good decisions, I'm thankful to have been blessed with someone so sweet down to the core. Her smile captivates my soul, And motivates my heart. To love her and cherish her is my goal, God told me my mission from the start. We have that type of shit that is subliminal, Hidden for no reason other than it's just that amazing. We are stuck in springtime watching the blooming of perennials, Butterflies circle our stomachs while into each other we're caught gazing. She, her, we make each day a better day. To be continued...

You were a beautiful disaster confused by a world of love. Skin made of pure caramel and eyes of bittersweet cocoa. Your whispers are that of a banshee crying out in the night, And your tears hit me like a thief creeping at midnight. Karma shouldn't weave her web here, for it's not yet time. Scars consume most of my memories and eat away at new found joy. Forgiveness guarded by hatred fathers my understanding. "Blood" comes before my tears as I fall to brace yours, With love for you that which for me was always void. Glass slice your feet when your reflexes fail. Your eyes fill with anger not for the present but for the future you w

You knew he loved you, But he wasn't your type. So he let you leave, And like a bird you set flight. Friends don't mean shit at the end. The broken trust, backstabbing, and hurt, Leave us stranded and broken with former relationships That are no longer worth the time it takes to mend. He blasted "Fall For Your Type" as he lay in his bed at night. Thinking about you and constantly checking to see if you're alright. He was crazy about you and would bend over backwards for you, Yet you were all cuddled up with his best friend saying you're in love. He always knew something was going on, But his thoughts were smothered by both of you