In Her Dreams Poem by Enoch Cole

IN HER DREAMS
You know, I have this mischievous feature within, in which,
Whenever these two messengers of Babylon grasps view of a sexy sister,
One which underwent a sophistication surgery back in heaven before a woumb escaping in Earth,
The superfluous evaluation will be transmitted straight to my heart,
Which always finds genuine love for a girl weird, and will hugely desire to make her a scape goat of hit and run.
My adamant heart will also transcend it's aim all the way to my mind,
The reasoning executive which will tear out a plan how to run on the spotted prey.
I posses this mischievous feature in me of pretending to girls I love them,
Like my happiness revolves around em,
When I'm really acquainted with the knowledge my humanity is more miles from such a state.

This girl caught on my radar of hit and run,
've been keeping tabs on her movement like a scout or spy don't know which is sun or son,
Finally collided with her incidentally when she was leaving the mall and I was jetting in.
We mistakingly jammed and her plastic bag fell and both of us faced,
Stare at ourselves in awe, as we both let ourselves down rhymingly to get the bag from the floor,
Looked into her eyes emotionally, she's a weaker vessel,
So her heart melts and also restored into the passionate mood and then... supense, silence.

Tryna convince her on a routine to gift me a chance,
Untill she finally stared serenely into my eyes one day and blurted out 'look Rock you're an amazing dude,
But I'm seeing someone, and he loves and trusts me a lot, I can't betray his trust please, go find someone else'.
Looking at her both emotionally and downthrown lek orphan wae even charity organizations don pull hand pa en pretendingly say.
'Look treasure, how can I stay away from you and find someone else when you've refused to restore back my stolen heart'.
Just that words and...

How this faithful girl of a great dude ended up in a wretched boy's room is something to brainstorm about.
In my room my small world, we switched into romance colour,
Intertwined lips, crashed with eyes locked together against the bed of battle,
Sprayed and wore battle arms,
We transformed into knights
Stir a war,
Fought bloodily through the night.
We fought our fight,
We tore the bed sheets and blankets apart.
We cum like slums, shid so horrorful, awful and odd.
We caused a one man dawn, and we both die before dawn.
We slept, away emotions doth crept.

Two weeks later, treasure became strucked hard by the comprehension,
That after all she never did stole my heart,
I disguised to deceive, rip her of her pride and leave her in plight.
Having subdued my prey, I sigh with contempt relief.
Treasure left her caring fiance for me, Break his heart, and I left her own heart in shreds, is it a bro code or brotherhood avenge?
Treasure thought she really stole my heart, no like me me being defeated by love?
In her dreams.
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