Letter to the Winds

Haven't written in a while, decide to bring it back loud.

Boomerang bachatero banging back up

with a bloodlusting vengeance.

But I lust for the origin of your blood,

cause I don't know what this revenge is.

 

Ok, maybe up I'm not yet,

but with a good BlackJack hand, I bet

that when the challenge comes around,

I'll be totally down for it.

 

When the time comes,

I'll let it rip like a Beyblade.

I'll slash right through these heartless dudes

like the master of a Keyblade.

 

I'll defend your heart til death do us part,

cause your love is like my sanctuary.

It's a resting place for my mind, body,

and soul when I'm weak and weary.

 

I got to say my mind's running on steam,

and I don't mean to offend you.

It's just that unfortunately,

I know nothing about you.

 

I cannot express feelings,

that at the time, do not exist.

But I will not cease and desist,

for my instinct is something I do not resist.

 

My romantic blood attracts me through soul, not body,

so as far as I know, it could be any body.

So seemingly there's nobody that is not a possibility,

and my soul will find the one through its own ability.

 

Through trial and error, I hope to find her.

And then hopefully I won't miss her, but make sure I got her.

Before my last breath, I will find the one for me.

Then when I know she'll be happy, I'll rest peacefully.

 

-Jerisson DeLaCruz 9-27-10