The Letter

It was there,
I found it crumpled on the floor,
The moment I stepped inside,
The letter stared at me from behind the door,

Grabbed it, blew the dust from its substance,
The moment that I picked it up,
Carefully took the time that I normally wouldn’t take,
Not sure why, but a feeling inside say’s this may be tough,

And it read like a book,
Chapter after chapter, I found my errors,
She was concerned about our love,
And of course I learned a lot about her terrors,

It was all in the letter,
So honest, so certain….
The show was over,
All that’s left is to close the curtain,

It was getting way too late for me,
Ask me why I felt this long before now,
I wasn’t sure of the date, but knew it would show its ugly head ,
Some way, some how,

She told me that she loved me,
But can’t stand the loneliness,
By night the walls would taunt her mind,
Portraits of love would no longer suggest that we are blessed,

In the middle of the paper,
Is where smeared ink would suddenly appear,
And it was obvious that she was crying when she wrote it,
But couldn’t hold back that single tear,

It was all in the letter,
So honest, so certain….
The show was over,
All that’s left is to close the curtain,

So here I am,
Mentally watching the love of my life spill her heart,
So unsure of where she is,
Frustrated with cupid in general, and his dart,

Rambling through certain documents,
In search of the new number to her cell phone,
And if I couldn’t find it,
I’m hoping that her mom’s home,

Making late night phone calls,
Not afraid to be fussed out by her mother cause it’s a risk I have to take,
I was now a risk taker, when i should've been all along,
And something internally says "i'm just a tad bit too late."

It was all in the letter,
So honest, so certain….
The show was over,
All that’s left is to close the curtain,

One Man Standing

It was said...
That she and I would never part..
Photographs lie upon the bed now,
Beside ink pens, tablets and modern art...

She and I was similar to a painting,
You could easily admire the relation..
Gazing upon us for hours...
For the sake of conversation...

And of a truth,
The wind mustve become angry with us nightly..
Perhaps the Gods failed to be enchanted,
And took our love affair lightly..

For as the moon cometh before the sun,
We parted as the red sea...
Leaving only one man standing,
And that lonely man was me....

Say that its far from so,
Say that its just a dream within a dream,
Suffer it to be just a flaw amongst destiny,
An eagle's broken wing....

So shall it heal,
So shall it heal by the hands of time,
She and I may reign again...
Again might she be mine....

I spoke to cupid briefly,
Not once did he deny my heart victory..
And so I sit amongst the riverbank..
Until she doth return to me...

For as the moon cometh before the sun,
We parted as the red sea...
Leaving only one man standing,
And that lonely man was me....

(In Denial) Of My Satisfaction

The moment I saw her,
The internal burn took place,
I felt the blood run thru me,
Sweat traveling down my face,

There’s no way that I want her,
The lies that went on upstairs,
Later on rambling thru love’s documents,
Overlooking the correspondence, even though I saw it there,

On several occasions,
I watched her pass me by perfume,
Inhaling her perfect scent,
Slowly following it just beyond the room…

The burn and the desire,
The realization, and the reaction,
The lies that take place inside my head,
Until I admit that she’s my satisfaction,

She probably wouldn’t be worth it,
Nor might she be worth a farthing of my time,
I could do without her every moment of the day,
She’d never even cross my mind,

Time would eventually heal,
Those lonely nights, that I ultimately fight,
I’m certain that I’d consume love until there’s nothing left,
Of a truth, I’d be all right.

Yet all right never came,
I needed her then, and still need her now,
And so its imperative to have her in my life,
No matter when, and no matter how….

The burn and the desire,
The realization, and the reaction,
The lies that take place inside my head,
Until I admit that she’s my satisfaction,

Her Load...... (Too Long)

Its been too long,
Since I’ve seen your face,
Since I’ve used the first key on my key ring,
And opened the door to your place,

Its been too long,
Since I’ve made love to you,
Watching u squirm all over the bed,
And doing that little giggle that you do..

After making love……
Its been too long,
Since I wrote something down for you,
And sang it to you in a song,

Its not that I don’t love u,
Its just that I’m on the road,
And though I think I carry more,
You still carry a hell of a load,

Its been too long,
Since I’ve seen u smile,
Too long since I’ve been able to sit my phone down,
And sit with you a while,

And its been too long,
Since I’ve rubbed your pretty toes,
Been too long since I’ve handed u a tissue,
So that u can blow your nose ,

For you and I,
Its been too long,
Just know that the moment that I’m finished,
I’ll return straight home,

Its not that I don’t love u,
Its just that I’m on the road,
And though I think I carry more,
You still carry a hell of a load…

The Confession

Since my past life,
Up until now,
I dwell on why you’ve remained with me,
And then I wonder how?

I’ve never deserved your presence,
Well at least not in my mind,
I keep things between us so uptight,
When u just want to unwind,

And you’re more than beautiful,
Surely I hate that fact,
Because I’ve wasted your valuable time,
And we both know u cant get that back,

I call this my confession,
I KNOW u stand there waiting,
Hoping that one day I’ll grow up,
And the seat next to me won’t be taken,

Even now you choose me?
Its just so hard to see,
Because you always wanted kids,
But I never took the time to work on family,

I just say…
One day we’ll do better,
But I never do my part,
Or help you put the pieces together,

But u stand next to me,
And vow to never part,
Thinking that sunny days wouldn’t be special,
If it wasn’t for the dark..

So I call this my confession,
I KNOW u stand there waiting,
Hoping that one day I’ll grow up,
And the seat next to me won’t be taken,

Not If U Were Mine

I can tell that you‘re unhappy,
But you’re just too strong to say,
I watch your eyes tear up,
Wishing someone would take the pain away,

Its more than obvious to me,
But you’d prefer to hide it,
I watch your soul reaching out for me,
And your body hopes that its invited,

So why stay involved?
When you could be loved at all times,
Not just at 3 o’clock in the morning,
Before the sun begins to shine..

And if that’s what u like,
I’d have to say that, its fine,
But its not the way it has to be…
Not if u were mine…

You deserve to be loved,
Not only when there’s nothing else to do,
Not only when the storm keeps you inside,
But also when skies are blue,

You should be loved,
Not only when you step from the shower,
Barefoot, and glistening with your hair still wet,
Smelling like jasmine, and bergamot powder,

But that’s not the way it is,
You receive no compliment when u buy a new sundress
And when you cut your hair for him….
You shouldn‘t have to wonder if he likes it, or even have to guess….

But if that’s what u like,
I’d have to say that, its fine,
But its not the way it has to be…
Not if u were mine…

Your Lover

If I can’t be your man,
Suffer me to be your lover,
Lets lay the night away,
Once, and then another…

No disrespect intended,
It may seem like a task,
But how might I care for your body,
If I never ask…

Offer me your hand,
Lets drift into the night,
I’m not asking you to trust me yet,
But give it ‘til tonight,

If I can’t be your man,
Suffer me to be your lover,
Lets lay the night away,
Once, and then another,

I promise you’ll be fine,
I’ll let you have your way,
We can enter into Heavens treasures,
Lets make you “Queen” for a day,

You are the shining light,
When their skies are blue,
You take care of everyone else,
But who’s taking care of you?

No disrespect intended,
I only extend my hand,
Suffer me to be your lover,
If I cannot be your man…….