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A love poem (or the lack thereof) |
I don’t Know what to do With myself, for myself I am not happy with myself With life, with people, with water or air All I ask is to be happy Am I asking too much? Do you think so? I don’t Can I Get a hand up? Not out, no hand-me-downs I don’t want to be fixed up…NO! If he’s by himself too, what’s wrong with HIM? I know…I am not making sense I just want a nice guy I mean, what’s up? Can I? I want To find a love That gives me the world twice That makes me feel like we are one He is me, I am he, and we are free To be in love in this life, our Life…mirrors of our souls Mmmm…that is what I want You know… I’d be so good To my man, for my man He would be so happy with me He would never wonder if I loved him Can’t buy his love with gifts and such He’s too classy for that Loves little things You know? Like me Running his bath Rubbing his back and neck Holding him close after a hard day He knows he is home and rests in my warmth There’s no place he would rather be Safe in my arms, my bed Ain’t nobody Like me I love How he knows me My thoughts, my likes, my heart He makes a point in learning me There are certain things only he should know Fave song…author…position He keeps a mental list On all the things I love It’s real There’s no question Already happening In my head, in my soul He is right around the corner…waiting To walk into my life, to stay For a while, forever My heart knows it… It’s real If only It was real NOW A part of my life NOW So I would stop dwelling on it I should be happy about my life NOW Happy with what I am in life Smart…successful…living Is that enough? If only |