Nobody

First and foremost, this is a music blog. But it's always nice to switch it up. So expect more posts like this, often. Here we have a poem from some young 704 talent, real shit right here. Very easy to relate. Hope you all like this as much as I did.


Nobody


To this day, the prettiest woman I've ever met is of African descent. She's got long curly hair that is wild yet gorgeous like the mane of a proud lion. This woman has the aura of a flamboyant teacher, eager to teach love. She has the figure of a goddess and a smile that could make the coldest man melt into a puddle of joy. She reminds me much of my mother, who in my eyes is the perfect woman. This young woman crosses my mind quite often, infested my brain without warning.  When I see her I can't help but fall in love each and every time. Oh how I wish you were mine. I close my eyes at night and dream about you and I. Hoping you're there when I wake up and when you're not I can only sigh. Remembering holding your hand, the softest skin and the sweetest scent known to me. What magnificent love she offers, no charge, it's free.I sit and think and hopelessness is what I see. These words I speak are true, wondering if there could really ever be a you and I or me and you.  This is how I feel each day, thinking this magnificent woman could accept my stubbornness and want to walk her elegance in my direction. All this I dream. I yearn to speak to her, although when the opportunity arises the words escape my mind and leaves me speechless like a guilty child. Her beauty intrigues me, but her intellect is what holds my interest. To know a woman that possesses the physique and mental of my dreams and is unobtainable to me perplexes me but also makes sense. Who am I? I am nobody. Nobody infatuated with a woman who is undoubtedly worthy of the universe. Worthy of everything I'm willing to give and show. But I am somebody, somebody that she doesn't know.


-Anonymous