mtrotter1

Shiela

Who are you

And why are you with me?

You are a house built in two spaces

You are a God in two graces

There is a house in every partner

I walk down the street

And I see my image

For my image is one,

Do you know me?

For I am a whole house

Do you conceal me?

I know that I am not human

I am in survival mode

Do you know that I am human?

Or am I the man on the moon?

For God is a human testimony!

My roses are at stake

I am a human proof that I\'m not instead

I am a human rose

That is not to be fed

Oh please don\'t fool me!

I am a human refugee!

No one cares about me

For my love is infantry

Oh God is near

For my awakening is near

For I am Shiela

The golden boss is here!

My genius is here

I wonder why I am here

The treehouse is nobody

My final wrath is here

Oh God please endure me

For you are Jesus in black

For you are a black tree

And I love me

Super powerful is the love you endure

I kiss you in my dreams

I wonder why you are still within me

I wonder about the most powerful dreams

For the powerful dreams are wicked!

And I have the most powerful dreams!

I am God in my time

I am God in my fluorescent dreams

I am God that screams!

I write poetry in lovely letters

I am the human that screams

I am beautiful in dreams

I write a pregnant lady in courage

I am beautiful on a stage!

Do you feel me when I\'m done?

Am I damned in an evening dress?

For I am not a man

I am a woman

Dressed in pretty dreams

I am not a lesbian

But I love women

I am not a human

But I love dreams

Do you hear me screaming

When I see the walls?

Do you hear me panting?

I am not a human

But you see me running

I am a lonely rose alone

I am a pregnant lady in courage

But I am pregnant with pride

Do you understand my humanness?

For my dreams are bigger than my schemes

I am not a pleasant dear!

I am the sky and the beautiful moon

I would love to see you soon!

For I am Shiela

And I am evil

I am good in pleasant schemes

And the sky is beautiful, do you see?

I want it to be perfect

For the sky is blue

I no longer want to be perfect.