KHALILAH YASMIN©

“Complicated Ave” ©Khalilah-Yasmin
http://khalilahyasmin.com

Staring at the path before me, undecided on which road to take,
I’m staring down your affinity, but somehow you say that I’m late.
I live on “INTRIGUING DRIVE”, the land of the free and outspoken,
for I once lived in the slums, of the beautifully jaded, heart broken…

I moved out.

I walked the interstate of love barefoot, cold, and alone.
My body survived the tornado, yet my mind was still blown..

I made a deal with the devil, to be aware of temptation,
he asks for my eyes in return, psychic demonstrations..
As I made my way to your road, the place in which you live,
not your body, but your mind, elusively lucid.

My eyes aware of all, without any ignorant bliss,
I saw your intention waterfall your mind, with your forehead kiss.

You want love, you want freedom, and you want to live on my street,
I crave you, and your affinity, and the depth in which you speak.

I walked the desert, with my heart dragging behind me,
I crawled dehydrated subconsciously hoping this would find me.

Of all the roads, I’ve ventured, and all the roads I’ve been,
Living a thousand lives, angels, and those of sin.

“Broken Hearted Road” to “Intriguing Drive”….
I’m walking towards your ocean, hoping you chose to dive,
in my water, and live your life out loud,
I’m receptive to teach you, don’t mind showing you how.

So follow me now, You don’t have to live on “Complicated Ave”,
you don’t have to be a permanent resident,
to what you can have…

Of all the roads I’ve ventured, and all the roads I’ve been,
Lived a thousands lives, danced with angels,
and I’ve dined with sin.

You want love, you want freedom, and you want to live on my street,
I crave you, and your affinity, and the depth in which you speak.

“Afflictions” ©Khalilah-Yasmin

When I was in love and unhappy, I made excuses for myself,
as I made excuses for the reasons he put me on a shelf.
He didn’t want to play with me until I shined in your eyes,
He placed me away, and silenced my uncertainty with lies.
But he kept me, He had me, and kept me satisfied,
even if I told the world I was unhappy… I stayed, and tried.
For if I was truly at wits end, I’d have left,
but I made excuses for him, and for myself.

It was “complicated”,

I was in love, and apparently had no other desire,
as I played by myself, when he played with the fire.

As my eyes began to wander, I said to my mind,
“this too shall pass”, yet I am not blind.
But when I began to see with my soul, and it moved my body,
to be in HIS arms,

I began to make excuses for myself, being lured by his charm.

Unrequited love, an unhealthy affliction,
in love yet craving another addiction…

In HIS eyes I see the Universe, and places I’ve never been,
In his arms I have infinity, in his lips I have Zen.

So now, as I stare at a man that says my same lines,
whom hasn’t touched my body, but touches my mind.

Wanting his time, his moment, his space,
to see him without her, to just touch his face.

To have possibilities instead of restrictions,
to have him with me instead of afflictions.

If he wanted to leave her, and was at his wit’s end,
he’d let me complete as his lover and as his friend.

Infatuated, eager, and months I have waited,
as he looks to me and says with distinction, “it’s just complicated”.