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Without a Trace….



I stand here before you with confusion written on my face.

I’ll soon be gone without a trace.

I wonder if you’ll fill the void of my empty space.

I know without a doubt no one could truly take my place.

You’ll no longer have the privilege of taking me for granted.

You’ll soon have plenty of time to consider the reasons that I bitched and ranted.

How can you ignore all the things that make me unique?

How could you not appreciate my sculpted frame or intelligent words that I speak?

You once had the opportunity to own me as your prize.

You also had the convenience of frequently viewing my loyal eyes.

I stand here before you with disbelief written on my face.

I’ll soon be gone without a trace.

I can’t help but think of how unfortunate you are.

I had the potential to be your world, but you didn’t even view me as a star!

I tried repeatedly to convince you that I was the one you needed.

But, you were insistent on depreciating my value no matter how much I pleaded.

I once thought you’d be my only love; my true soul mate.

By the time you’re able to realize that it will be too late.

I stand here before you with disappointment on my face.

I’ll soon be gone without a trace.

You’ll no longer have the advantage of my undivided ears.

My shoulder will no longer be your cushion supporting your head of tears.

You’ll no longer be able to enjoy the jewel between my legs and hips.

You’ll no longer smell my sexy fragrance, or lock with my luscious lips.

You’ll no longer have me in your corner being your support in your time of need.

You’re no longer fulfilling I have a hunger much stronger than you’ll ever be able to feed.

I stand here before you with optimism written on my face.

I’ll soon be gone without a trace.

I know that I am a good catch, and sooner or later you will too.

But, your chance has come and gone your chapter in my life is through.

I will soon move on to bigger and better things.

It would be redundant of you to think it’s me the next time the phone rings.

Life is funny sometimes; you never know what you’ll get.

I had the misfortune of your selfishness I am afraid to admit.

I stood here before you and it was a waist of time.

I was trying to help you improve your life when I should’ve been improving mine.

I’ve had my share of let downs, but you certainly take the case.

I would leave you my address and phone number…..But wouldn’t that be a trace?



Bryant Mosley   Thursday, August 09, 2001