Muse, Poem of the Day

If Charisma was a Person

I dreamed of Atlanta before.
Who would’ve guessed you’re the first thing about there I’d start to adore.
It was like staring at an angelic white light beyond an open door.
As I walked closer,
The light began to take shape,
And the shape had quite the figure,
Go figure!

the shape had quite the figure


I had to take a step back and let my vision reconfigure,
If I wanted to shoot my shot and properly pull the trigger.
It’s easy to tell your ass is big,
However, your personality is overwhelmingly much bigger.
You have an effortlessly formed smile to compliment the artistry to your style,

compliment the artistry to your style


That compels me to go the extra mile,
To be a bit more versatile,
Because the moment I step into your life,
It’ll all be worthwhile.
I like that when you dance,

I like that when you dance,
It becomes contagious


It becomes contagious,
Like your happiness.
So as the stars and the moon that reflects the sun,
As well as the gases that are refracted off off the large planetary masses,
Will witness that,
Every time I kiss you,
I tell you I love,
Right after,
Until our physical vessels expire and finish.
But even then my admiration and appreciation for you wouldn’t dilute and diminish.
If charisma came as a human representation,
It’ll be you,

If charisma came as a human representation,


But with a sign stating to only touch your heart with caution,
Primarily because you’ve fully accepted to be perfect is embracing your imperfection.
To be anything g outside of self would be continual character assassination.
So, I iterate;
If charisma was a human,
You would be the personification.

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