As I sit here pondering on the pain
From my mental strain
On how much can I take till I lose my sane
cause this brown water make up for these grey nights
while my body stay grounded but my mind take flight
emotional suicide as I take more shots to the head
till my eyes bloodshot red and I’m immune to these thoughts of us
Anything but sobering up and coming to terms that there’s no more of us
it went from “baby I love you it gotta be fate” to “babe I think we need to take break”
and it hurts how much I’m stressing you
or do I even dare the thought of some next nigga sexing you
but I’m done thinking what if cause right now it’s what is
cause what was is no more.
Bad News Blues
Like a heart in defib I want you
to start, this romance needs a shock
from cupid's dart.
.
Leaving is easy, staying is hard
pleas are sincere when they come
from a bard.
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~Lady A~
12-18-13
3:40p
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And that's a fact.....
And that's a fact.....
Jack!!!
(http://www.postpoems.org/authors/allets/poem/974119. Had to throw jack in there from your other poem...lol).
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "