If 2 wrongs don't make it right, then why at night does it feel so nice to be trife?
When things in this life should be fine, or at least kept quiet
Maybe next lifetime; but not quite, we only live once...
I mean, that's what they say. But who are they? Or, who are we to make laws or rules of engagement
Only to be bent & twisted cause we didn't like what they represented, straight up & down like 6 o'clock.
So we looked sideways most days, head cocked like a dog trying to understand & better comprehend
This love language that's as strange as 2 strangers that've only met once or 2 times a year;
Quarterly at best, only to hear for the 1st time a sign of rising interest-rates with residual returns.
If left untouched, allowed to grow, who knows what might become; rather became
What is this strange-fruit? Forbidden to touch or eat & such, tempting as it may be
Repercussions beat loudly, throbbing, pounding to gett'em to march to a different beat
With new music to lay to, or tracks to fall back & retreat. Over 6 yrs. old & still not allowed in the street
To walk, cross, or play. Even under the circumstances we took chances. Blind from wine & seductive glances
Subtle touches, strokes of hair, deliberate brushes of bodies now ensnared. Engulfed by flames
Not wanting to combust; but burned just the same when we felt the other's touch...
In this game of House or cat & mouse with no one to instruct.
Physical deposits & overnight withdraws made emotions difficult to deduct. Seems we're Fucked...Literally.
Not figuratively speaking. She needed the bond to weaken,"Soooo hey, by the way...
I'm slipping away for the weekend. There's this beacon that I'm seeking, wanna feel how it shines.
Cause me following you is like the blind leading the blind. See, I gave you ALL of me; you just took what you needed
My expectations were exceeded, though no remorse, I fell hard from the force!
I can no longer 'Be By Your Side' like Sade, I need to be the main course..."
And with that being said, the end became my beginning. I had wanted a friend, that's all I intended.
Now cuts have been mended, while scars remain to explain the tragedy of "We"
Stained souls console what the eyes can't see, the mind won't forget, so the heart just bleeds
Steady streams of dreams soaked deep in these sheets while we sleep-sideways.
Some days, Sun rays distort jaded visions of this division, so talks lean towards awk-"words"
That keep feelings hidden; but doesn't numb the pain, it just changes how it's given
So I'll just pray until that day that I'm FORGIVEN...
Sep 25, 2009
Apr 21, 2009
"Our Spot" (Where do we go from here?!?)
Been thinking about you lately, wondering how you've been or where you've been
Since last we spoke, no jokes, I don't even know where to begin
Unless the 2-way texts or that "IM" mess count for something
Other than feeble attempts to say, "I tried..."
Shiiiit, I cried at the loss of my friend...ship!
Feelings sunk to depths deep as an abyss.
Mis-calculations or coordinates wouldn't let us transcend
Should've read the signs; "Our Spot" on the block was a Dead-End.
Blinded by the sunset & beautiful view, the fast life seemed slow.
While we spoke of our dreams over the freeways below "Our Spot." Now where do we go?
I remember when 1 + Me = You, but the New Math equation had "U" equaling "2"
(And that's not including the addition of dude)
But months have gone by, though it seems like years
Cause I'm feel'in kinda salty, or maybe it's the taste of those tears
Dried over time leaving trails of white lines
From my eyes; now bloodshot and stinging from the lie,
Or the Thai, or that Brown Sugar, maybe
It used to be "Ma," promoted to "Mommy" and "Baby..."
Boy have things changed, strange from the start
How can someone so close, feel distant, yet remain in the heart, soul, and mind
Which reminds me too, in our "Matrix" I'm Ne-Yo and just wonder
"...Do You?"
Ever think of Me anymore?
Or less. Comfort I guess, to know the answer to questions unsaid
So don't leave this unread, consider my view. Hear me out at least,
And keep on groov'in to our music, & moving to each beat, & I'll embrace each word in this
my last Peace...
Unless the 2-way texts or that "IM" mess count for something
Other than feeble attempts to say, "I tried..."
Shiiiit, I cried at the loss of my friend...ship!
Feelings sunk to depths deep as an abyss.
Mis-calculations or coordinates wouldn't let us transcend
Should've read the signs; "Our Spot" on the block was a Dead-End.
Blinded by the sunset & beautiful view, the fast life seemed slow.
While we spoke of our dreams over the freeways below "Our Spot." Now where do we go?
I remember when 1 + Me = You, but the New Math equation had "U" equaling "2"
(And that's not including the addition of dude)
But months have gone by, though it seems like years
Cause I'm feel'in kinda salty, or maybe it's the taste of those tears
Dried over time leaving trails of white lines
From my eyes; now bloodshot and stinging from the lie,
Or the Thai, or that Brown Sugar, maybe
It used to be "Ma," promoted to "Mommy" and "Baby..."
Boy have things changed, strange from the start
How can someone so close, feel distant, yet remain in the heart, soul, and mind
Which reminds me too, in our "Matrix" I'm Ne-Yo and just wonder
"...Do You?"
Ever think of Me anymore?
Or less. Comfort I guess, to know the answer to questions unsaid
So don't leave this unread, consider my view. Hear me out at least,
And keep on groov'in to our music, & moving to each beat, & I'll embrace each word in this
my last Peace...
Ups & Downs...
Haven't seen you in a while, or heard your voice. Whether by choice or accident it's evident
From where I'm standing, things ain't changed. Sure they're different; but still the same.
Remains of the day flash by like Polaroid pictures, which was
Why I was able to look back and put things in order, sort-of, at least what I wanted to see
We go up and down like a see-saw with no inbetween, or balance. So how can we stand level
I try not to creep or dig deep like a shovel; to stay planted and grow
But as the blossoms bloom, I'm left alone in tha room thinking...
Unable to listen to a song, watch a movie, or hear a protest without YOU beoming a part of the equation.
Is this love? I don't know' cause I call it infatuation.
Try my hardest to convince myself, "That's it!"
But I can't fool the heart or stomach that turns when I hear you unhappy or upset, that's what I get
I let you slip, fall through my grasp; now reaching for air...
I used to be able to touch your hips, thighs, & hair
To relax you the way that it relaxed me. To see;
Better, To "feel" the connection transferred by touch.
And now for lack of better words, "...Not so much!"
So, yeah this sucks, and feelings rain down on me like Ms. Scott.
Thought I was slick cause I'm a Pisces, but still got caught-up in your "net"-work of emotion
Unable to bypass the encryption, which in turn cancelled my trial subscription
To this depiction of you! Exactly who, do I think I am?
Just a man trying to make things right
Can't see you during the day, just a vision of my dreams at night and
In life. Either way it's a fantasy of what we could be, or could've been
Then again, you tried to persuade through games we played & I still wouldn't give in
Stubborn like an old man, barely pushing 30. It hurts me to be thirsty for, "...your love."
So I take sips of this bitter-sweet concoction, intoxicated, faded like my options
Cause I still listen, just see through you now, a human apparition
From the past and future? One can only pray.
I leave these things to Higher Beings, In hopes it will all make sense someday...
Remains of the day flash by like Polaroid pictures, which was
Why I was able to look back and put things in order, sort-of, at least what I wanted to see
We go up and down like a see-saw with no inbetween, or balance. So how can we stand level
I try not to creep or dig deep like a shovel; to stay planted and grow
But as the blossoms bloom, I'm left alone in tha room thinking...
Unable to listen to a song, watch a movie, or hear a protest without YOU beoming a part of the equation.
Is this love? I don't know' cause I call it infatuation.
Try my hardest to convince myself, "That's it!"
But I can't fool the heart or stomach that turns when I hear you unhappy or upset, that's what I get
I let you slip, fall through my grasp; now reaching for air...
I used to be able to touch your hips, thighs, & hair
To relax you the way that it relaxed me. To see;
Better, To "feel" the connection transferred by touch.
And now for lack of better words, "...Not so much!"
So, yeah this sucks, and feelings rain down on me like Ms. Scott.
Thought I was slick cause I'm a Pisces, but still got caught-up in your "net"-work of emotion
Unable to bypass the encryption, which in turn cancelled my trial subscription
To this depiction of you! Exactly who, do I think I am?
Just a man trying to make things right
Can't see you during the day, just a vision of my dreams at night and
In life. Either way it's a fantasy of what we could be, or could've been
Then again, you tried to persuade through games we played & I still wouldn't give in
Stubborn like an old man, barely pushing 30. It hurts me to be thirsty for, "...your love."
So I take sips of this bitter-sweet concoction, intoxicated, faded like my options
Cause I still listen, just see through you now, a human apparition
From the past and future? One can only pray.
I leave these things to Higher Beings, In hopes it will all make sense someday...
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