you asked me to express myself
so here i am on the other end of this screen
running out of "space" to leave this message

so here goes;

i cry out for every man who's never bothered to listen
every man who's only content
was glamourous perfection
girls who keep them stressing
never ones that keep them guessing

my intelligence go unnoticed
iambic pentamter dancing at the tip of my tounge
but this message is not for me
nor my poetry

this be
for every girl who has talent
who forge beauty with their fingertips,
lyrics, ballet shoe slips
i cry for them

for every heartbreak they'll have to endure
for every puppy love that will never grow
for every man they will ever write for

i cry for them because
they cry for you

computer keyboard underneath their palms
praying for a phonecall from a man
they've probably loved since he dropped
his first LP

YOU be their SAVIOR
your music travels through their soul
as they recover from every hardship
that love has confronted them with

you are more than just the record that spins
its more than you know
i cry out for them more
than anything
and so should you
MARIO.

-just in case the phonecall didn't go through: nonetheless this is what i cry for:

Love,

Erica aka

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-Riva-
Spoken Word Artist
and Your #1 Fan