Sometimes It really seems like
You were abruptly
Taken away
Even though I know
Our situation was in slow decay
But still whether we moved on or not
It seemed like I was so rushed and not ready
Wasn't even ready to take on a burden so heavy
God absolution can really suck
It's like WTF?
Feel like many months
I felt stuck in such a suspended rut
I never told you it just would have been
Nice to see you and hang out with you
Have your warmth around
Hug and bring each other up
Whenever we were down
I was robbed of that chance and it's really not fair
I guess nothing is, I wonder why do I even care?
It's just sometimes it's nice to see the real person
A real smile and a real hug
Not this cordial Internet shit
Back and forth email love
Do you think we would have fell back
Into being together? Maybe that's why the clean break
Complete separation, The cleanest of slate
I know you sitting reading this like
This Ma fucka is never satisfied
Well my notebooks wouldn't be a forest
Even this pen didn't cry
Insert the s iiiigh yeah insert my yesterday's High
My paper was only a desert because
I wanted your memory to go away and die
Once again I arrive at this oasis
Flew to some far away places
Thinking I would never again leave any more traces
Of writing about you
Hey what the hell is a brother to do?
I mean I'm cool, it's not like I'm blue
It's just like a month after we split
It was so black and white
Not even a inkling of Grey
I feel like such a stranger these days
I guess I would expect the same with my girl
To not hang out her ex's and guy friends
Guess some friendships never end
Guys like me... get blown away in the wind
Tina uses that word so loosely
But she aint a real friend
Yeah 10 years being around, and around is all your ass has been
We can hang out in public and you can get heads a turning
Why is an agenda and wishy washyness I keep discerning?
I guess being around someone real
Makes me less tolerating of the fakes
I know my real woman is out there and she awaits
I guess It would have been nice just having
The option of seeing you in person
Oh well the new dude eclipsed that
That damn sure aint working
So here is my write once again here's my deep soul
A writer writing it out
It's getting so old
I've been bitter, I've been cold, I've been selfish
You still would see me sometimes if I had my way
Guess God and fate has control
Why were you taken away?
Guess i'll never know.
P.O.P.