Remnants of My Happy Heart

leader, peasant, and knight unite as one to win the fight of nations past, present, and to come peasants and knights rebel fire fills the world, for undesirable war rages on a leader without prudence is the monster of ignorance fate, chance, and destiny are given much to be done, no much to try, nada for the leader is, was, and will forever be the spitting image of its people four years pass, and again it occurs you did it america on your accord four more years, try again.

the hue of his skin the cause of our fight the radiance of it you're racist against the light the spectrum is full of these beautiful colors yet you chose one the one of your own skin my life is my own you may control me now the smallest aspects of my life but i follow the path of love the winding path i follow has led me places i'd never known heartbreak, pain, pleasure, love it has made me who i am i landed on his love his brilliance and affection the choice wasn't mine the die had been rolled i follow the path it guides me on my journey yet you refuse to see him in all his gloriousness Racists. your own fucking  skin tone poisons humanity kills the innocent and preys on the weak your skin tone defiles the world and encourages that which is impure your'e white just as i am yet you poison the purest of love he's black but he loves me more than you could ever.

i hoped to see a day of great peace in the world my name means hope, they say but creatively swirled i hope to hear my name ring from the mouths of many in hopes of fame and nothing will become any hope has become begotten let this phrase ring Esperanza Forgotten.

what is it that i crave more and more each day each moment is it the electricity that spreads through every single cell of my body is it the chill that runs from his fingers along my skin is it the warmth that the looming gaze brings to my cheeks and then flushes across my skin what is this craving i can't get enough this unshakable desire for him only one option remains it encompasses all else brings clarity to this want for him love as pure as the sheep in a pack of wolves disguised love as pure as the summer rain after a long period of drought it's his love i crave it most more each day and more each moment i desire his love for now until forever or, at least, until i reach my grave.

my friend is queer but do i really care something so dear but not even a hair queer is okay hatred is not how do you feel when you're being haught i love my best friend quirks or not she is my dear  which will never be forgot.

his tender hands which touch me tingles slip down my spine his kisses upon my bare skin goose bumps forming his brown eyes which look through me into the depths of my soul his hair which i stroke brings feelings which i have forgot his love which fills me brings me joy in this dark place.