Dear Handsome


Do you think that I am smoke
fleeting at every instant
and going invisible?
I am the fire
the one you can see
the one you dare not put your hands in
cause I’ll burn you
and you still won’t take your eye of me
for I burn beautifully

I am not the tall
I'm the heightened
I am not the fat
I’m the fat hearted
I am not the beauty
I’m the beautifully endowed
I am not the singer
but obviously, solutions I sing in

I may not be a bottle of an Icon
but I am a packet of examples
You ain’t worth my standards sweetie
don’t come to make a tale out of me
I am not a guest house
I am a home

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