| I read something tonight that depressed me.. I went from Cloud nine to the Seventh Circle of Hell like the elevator cable snapped.. (It's funny.. even in my depressed state.. I still come up with great comparisons and poetry...)
Modeling mat hat for ya'll,
Just sittin here havin a ball.
Then you come and post that shit,
Now my brain don't know what to do with it.
That one little word carries so much power.
Like the recollect of pictures or the scent of a flower.
You can't throw it around like it's light as a feather.
That word is so heavy, it could bring down the clouds in sunshiny weather.
So here I sit, just writing my lines,
Got my cowboy hat on like I'm dressed to the nines.
I want you in my arms, this is so true.
No matter where, no matter why, I will always love you.
"Love conquers all" is what I told her about you.
"Sending her flowers was a stupid thing to do"
She still tells me to leave you no matter what I feel,
But I never can make it, because you're right at my heels.
I wanna go so bad, so I can stop the occaaional hurt.
And give those girls a shot, and show them what I'm worth.
With you on my mind, I'll never be able.
Because my elevator keeps falling like you cut my cable.
I wanna persue you, but something new shows.
I'm not the only one that feels this, I know.
I've seen it in what he tells me, he hides it well, but I can see through.
I see it because he feels what I feel for you.
He'll kill me for this, I am almost certain,
But I my mind is a play, now up goes the curtain.
Tomorrow you'll see how much we go through,
The things that we all do, all just for you.
You don't see all that goes on.
Theres more to this love than I lead on.
Will you ever see through this front that I've built?
Or will I just stand hidden like I'm getting a jilt?
My poems tell truths of what I've pondered.
But when I thought of you, my mind wandered.
I want you with me, here by my side...
Callin shotgun, along for the ride.
It's gonna be a long one, from here to the end,
Over hills, down valleys, and just around the bends.
Describing my feelings does not come with ease,
But, once I've started it's harder to cease.
This isn't the first time I've made it this clear.
But now that I'm talking, no ones here to hear.
Been drug through the mud, and had my heart somped on,
Yet here I stand, next to you, putting a happy face on.
These things don't bother me like I think they should.
I've stayed through some shit no normal man would.
Not only have I stayed, I keep up the surprises.
Hugs, kisses, presents of all shapes and sizes.
The biggest one yet, has yet to come.
She'll get it soon enough though, this new one.
Tomorrow will make this the best birthday ever...
I'm hoping she'll remember it forever.
People who know me know who I'm writing about.
And she who I've told should have no doubt.
Aprills the ones that these lines are for.
She's the one I could not ask for more.
She'll read this one later, and porbably comment.
Might play it cool and ask what I meant.
She knows exactly what I'm expressing,
But, maybe it seems I'm obsessing.
And now I will quote the song that is on.
I must type guickly before it is gone.
"Some times love don't work out, no matter how hard you try. Lord Knows we didn't start out to say goodbye.
If It's a win-win situation, then why am I feeling so blue? You win, I win, we lose."
Kenny's lines will end this poem,
Those feelings he sings, I sure know them.
So it's off I go, into the wild blue yonder,
To consider this shit hole, and start to ponder. |
