"keep in mind that i'm a artist and im sensitive about my ish"- Erykah Badu

Thursday, June 16, 2011

not mine

Umm sure has turned in to the sweet man i always wanted,
The unbiased friend i always needed,
The diary that never runs out of pages,
And the voice of reason i never wanted to hear,
But he is not mine,
No matter how may times i wear my best friends bracelet,
Trick everyone into thinking its mine because of my many thank you's to their many more Compliments its not mine,
He's not mine,
Belongs to someone else completely,
But because i feel i deserve to have this feeling,
Have this feeling of content,
After all i been threw i think he is my treat,
My treat but still taken vigorously from another,
Like the lunch from PF Changs in the work refrigerator
I know is not mine looks great and i chow down anyways
I have been cussed out for the last time on the phone and i need something great,
Something that is satisfying to me and damn the others,
Dare you to say something,
No i am not stealing food or fronting nor am i taking this man from another,
I just know he is not mine if you know what i mean,
For me to not let him go is a crock,
A selfish think to do and when he finds his
Sweet woman he always wanted,
The unbiased friend he always needed,
A diary that never runs out of pages,
And the voice of reason he never wants to hear,
He will look back on our chapter and think
"I deserve this".

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