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Cherry Blossom

she has that orgasmic touch
such a rush, can’t get enough
traditional mixed with a little new age
smart enough to write the news on the front page
Its been years and she still has your ears
her words seduce and reintroduces you to her world
can’t escape the charm of the runaway girl
she is unwillingly desirable
and your lust for her, so undeniable
your reasoning is as toxic as her logic
you’re under her trance and nothing will stop it

cherry blossom, that rose from concrete
the arch of her brows to the arch of her feet
you fall for her smile, her style
you wanna be wherever she is
you want her to make you live

you put her in the back of your mind
but future memories resurface from time to time
you go in and out of phases
her vision is so contagious
you want to see the world through her eyes
you don’t care if it all turns out to be lies
she can lead you to the edge of death
she can take what’s left of your very last breath
her dreams are courageous, she’s the star of the show
her goals moving at a pace that keeps you on the go

her style, her grace, nothing caked on the face
all natural, from head to toe, down to her taste
her body exotic, her mind a bit erotic
some days she’s a trip, a hit of LSD
makes your pulse faster, she’s your ecstasy
she stands apart, special place in your heart
rubs you the right way
with her go against the grain attitude
you don’t want to intrude, but you know what you gotta do
no one comes close and it’s all up to you

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True Melody

The curiosity that dances in my mind
makes me want to give you more time
unlocking more pieces of the puzzle
each discovery only brings more trouble
you say you know my life, how could you?
but If I let you in, would you?
get to know me a little bit better
can we get to know each other together?
the heart yearns for someone else
but the mind seems infatuated
everything about you is more than I anticipated
we lock eyes so much, it feels intentional
what do you do? what do I do?
when all that is wrong is right
when all that is true, is everything we don’t do

Tell me, what is your true Melody
confess to me, tell me gently
you have no attachment to this world
so what keeps you grounded
tell me the truths I haven’t found yet

we were liars, just to excuse the days
days where our eyes could never look away
body language couldn’t be more creative
there are so many ways that we never say it
hoping it was a phase and we can forget it
but no amount of pretending prevented any befriending
in the slightest hopes of something more
don’t know the last time a thought about you has been pure
don’t know the last time I wanted it to be
everything we’re missing still remains fiction
this is me wishful thinking without the wishing
if we only saw in us what everyone else sees
it could of been real anytime you wanted it to be

now it feels like I’m losing you to another man
but you were never mine, so never mind
time plays tricks on me all the time
always dreaming of your body underneath mine
I fall behind because I fell in love
but at the wrong time, so what’s the use
you were my muse
but minus the past-tense
cause even now, we have surpassed friends
you are everything I chose without choosing
if I had a choice to show you what you mean to me
we’d already be one for eternity

Last Call

think I want something cause I complimented you?
I happened to see your eyes and thought they were beautiful
but your soul is a little outdated
a simple kindness, and you can’t appreciate it
your mind, lost in a time when everyone had motives
I am not them, you are not my focus
your significance to me, that of a ripple in the ocean
you caught my eyes, but for all the wrong reasons
I thought it was someone like you that I was needing
you had my heart for one of a million reasons
but turns out, you’re a cherry blossom in fall, out of season

you’re out there looking for a bone to fetch
how could I forget when you let nothing rest
you want the best but refuse to give it to anyone else
last call for you to be better than this version of yourself
cause I’m trying, but my fight for you is dying

you’re privileged yet always so on the edge
you’d complain to the homeless about the quality of your bed
cause nothing is ever good enough
with an inability to accept life can get a little rough
you can never be wrong in your eyes
everyone owes you an apology for your own damn lies
so I’m sorry that you are in your own way
for how stubborn you are on the day to day
I’m sorry you know how to twist my words to make them say the worst
I’m so sorry you ego has an insatiable thirst
you’re deceived by eyes that see what they want to see
you hear what you want to hear if it presents a case against me

I’m tired of letting you off the hook
I speak a truth that leaves you shook
you preach how much you know and understand me
but your comprehension of my culture is still in its infancy
you have no idea what it’s like to live with my identity
you don’t know my struggle so no need to pretend
living in your bubble, from a distance you are a convenient friend
you think you’re so impressive that it should be acknowledged
but its how hollowed out you are that leaves me astonished
so don’t flatter yourself speaking to me condescendingly
you’ve taught me nothing but how friends become enemies
I’m smart enough to know not to waste my energy
to think I once thought the problem was with me

Lion’s Den

It hurts when someone thinks the worst of you
like they have no recollection of knowing you
your character, your behavior over the years
carries no weight in the eye of your peers
misinterpreted despite it seeming out of character
but there’s no benefit of the doubt, just an ex-factor
a simple miscommunication and you are the worst
like every damn thing in life is suppose to be rehearsed
no mistakes, just the double standard of perfection
everything I do is wrong, even when its in the right direction
paint me as a monster with your alternative facts
show me your real age in the way you act
you blew up no questions asked, over nothing
yet I’m the fucking screw up, ain’t that something

 

too much time spent in the lion’s den
you start to lose sight of foe from friend
where does the trust begin, where does it end
the only way out of the lion’s mouth
is to choose someone you can do without

apparently we’re not equally responsible for our actions
no accountability in the absurdity in your overreactions
you accuse me of libel and slander, taking everything out of context
to justify and stake your claim in the biggest asshole contest
I have to make peace in a war I didn’t start
I have to be real but you get to play a part
I admit I slip, I own up to my mistakes
but I seem to be the only one making them
at all times, its me apologizing and yet I’m the bad friend
I’m described as a cold soul because I supposedly don’t care
but when you need someone I’m the first one there
always available if you ever needed me to be
but for whatever reasons, you still don’t believe in me

I overestimated how well you knew me
and underestimated how well I knew you
people like you make me a recluse
but I refuse to stand here creating excuses
all we have in common is strife
I recuse myself from your personal life
I’m responsible for every decision I make
every word I say, every action I take
and it was my mistake
but I’m not mad, being so would mean that I care
that was once the case, but I’m no longer there
I’m checking out, there’s nothing good about the route we’re on
you’ve push me off the cliff and now I’m so far gone

Second Thoughts

Are you happy in your current situation?
are the smiles real or are you faking?
are you going places or are you complacent?
settling because you already made it this far
you share the same bed, 2 kids, a car
no reason to give it all up and start over
not when nothing else is secured
but how can you be sure this is it?
is this where you begin or where you quit?

think twice before you take that dive
a second thought before you become his wife
he says your not a good person
you tell yourself this won’t worsen
does anything about this moment feel right
or are you hoping it all changes overnight

are you just comfortable because this is easy?
don’t have to worry about the unexpected
you know exactly what you’re getting
are you forgetting all the things you don’t want?
all those times you wished things were different
even if it were the same situations with someone different
you would be more motivated to try to make it work
there’s a difference in that and then just letting it hurt
let everything fail on it’s own so he can leave on his own
no guilt, no struggle, no consequences for actions not taken
why blame yourself when there is always someone else?

how can this be the wrong person after so many years?
what are you missing, maybe the void when you’re kissing
the signs were always there, is this freedom or is it prison
if it’s so easy to connect and take comfort in someone else
maybe it’s the perfect time to start listening to yourself
your actions are not agreeing with the words you say, its time to take off
you invested so much and you’re waiting to see the pay off
but what if you’re wrong for waiting?
there is value in being patient
but stupidity in over staying as payment
because you feel indebted to someone else
how can you live for another when you wont live for yourself?

Where the Truth Lies

why do I have to be strong when you can’t be
turn to weakness in your one moment of clarity
there are those that choose to do better
and then there are those that drown with the weather
your clutch, taking comfort in failure
once you’ve had enough, call on your savior
but you are no different from anyone else
do the same as everyone else
and I thought you were different
but I was wrong, it was only wishful thinking
years of an idea of you that no longer existed
a reality that was doomed to become fictitious

what separates you from anyone else
all the lies on top of lies, buried where the truth lies
when have you ever been yourself?
your decisions have become your prison
you’ve made choices you knew you would regret
and I have to live with the ones I can’t forget

I had higher hopes because you gave me hope
but now I feel a fool, the punchline to a bad joke
I thought there was something special
but the more I learn it’s like I’ve never met you
the stranger found throughout my life
and to think, you were to be my light
the truth hurts, it digs and pry
but I can’t explain to myself why
and neither can you, explain to me why
why oh why do we even try
when I want all thoughts of you to die
why do I want to forgive
when you have nothing left to give
my perfect vision no longer has reason to live

it comes crumbling down to the ground
the foundation of our foundation filled with cracks
my world turned upside down by a different you
nightmares about a past I knew I didn’t want for you
cast to the side, so there was nothing you had to hide
living life knowing it didn’t matter if we were alright
I was a hindrance, just another person in the way
and that’s how it played out in the games you didn’t play
but rather the games you ruled over without say

Piece of Literature

you read and live the life that you lead
I don’t mean to impede, but can you get me up to speed
tell me an interesting story
you are the belle of the ball
and I’m a little bit wordy
so maybe I come off a little strong
but don’t get me wrong
your intellect is quite fascinating
when we’re not learning, we’re relating
and in private, we’re contemplating
what never was and what could never be
but still dreaming of the possibility
a life where we do more than just co-exist
what we do together is what it means to live

you’re a classic piece of literature as real as you are
not an easy read but a good read
the plot thickens when I start to listen
and when we live is when we begin

I’m a quick study and I know that details matter
between this world and you, I choose the latter
all the directions your mind goes in
and I still take the roads less traveled
because I want to know you in ways like no other
more than your father, mother, and brother
be the one that steps in your world and tames the chaos
help be your light when times are dark and you get lost
part of an endless story currently being told
I want to be part of every new chapter as we grow old
we can become a saga, story of legend,the greatest anthology
we love each other freely with no apology

each day we turn the page and let it sink in
we are the rage, for every good chapter, with us it begins
so many people want to infringe on what we have
but it’s copyrighted as we pave our own path
I read you like my favorite book in school
over and over again, because I’m your fool
I know there are layers to uncover each time
and my mind knows you could be mine forever
so be my co-author on this life together

Queen City

you want to remain part of the city that made you a woman
a place where I was never a part of your life plan
and you want me to understand
why you love it so much
when I just want to feel my love is enough
I can’t put it into words that make any sense
the future is scary but your past is so tense
and I don’t want to revisit the memories
they are your best friends, making them my enemies
you can’t let go of them the way you once let go of me
so how should I feel when I was never good enough
after all the years I wrongly chased your love

I should get over it
I wasn’t always the perfect fit
you left home to sit on the throne
to reign over the Queen City
and now I’m finally starting to see
that had nothing to do with me

that part of you is over and this is where we begin
but that part of you is still holding on to him
because he was there when you wouldn’t let me in
he did what he needed and took care of you
when you wouldn’t let me be there for you
he took you in and made this your queen city
I can’t compete with a place you find so flawless, so pretty
all the connections I imagined now seem so one sided
I just wanted believe it was there and you had to hide it
but my words constantly fell on deaf ears
because I was too bold to acknowledge the reality of my fears
you had moved on living a life without me
I wasn’t living without you, so I resented this city
for taking away the one thing that felt true
for changing and manipulating you
for taking you out of my life, for dimming my light
all the love I fought to earn, you gave it to them without a fight

I feel so much, yet I come of as stoic
I inflict my own pain, and we both know it
the past is the past, time to get over it
I just don’t want to compete in an already decided battle
but that was my choice, I never had to
we made our decisions, that’s just part of living
I can’t let this city be my prison
hold me back, reliving something we never had
It made you the person that you chose to be today
so I shouldn’t really have anything to say
you are here now, I should never lose sight of that
I am a King, ready to take my Queen back

Cocaine Sadness

I know i’m not good enough
I can tell from your lack of touch
you don’t have to continue the lies
I can see it in your eyes
with me you seem so unsatisfied
and after so much rejection, a part of me died
I’ve lost my drive to really try
and its not a secret why
my touch doesn’t faze you
you don’t budge at my expressions of love
affection is a foreign concept in our relationship
I still love you, but I’m beginning to hate it
I still love you, but how long can I take it

you’re my drug, without you I’m going through withdrawal
you were my rise but I’m beginning to fall
my high is gone and I need another fix
but I’m not your number one interest
I’m not enough even when I thought I was
try to dilute my dependency, this habit
but then I fall into a cocaine sadness

I’m begging for your touch, but still nothing
you say you like it rough, isn’t that something
cause no matter what I do, the results are the same
we talk it through, but i learn not to expect any change
I try to be your man, but I feel like I’m constantly failing
do you see the damage from all the rejection I’ve taken
I’m not good enough to satisfy you
I don’t want your pity, but I can’t deny you
so I pretend that your desire is real
and that you feel the passion I feel
sometimes it feels real and convincing
but my reality is only real in being fiction

why do men stray? and why do you stay?
out of weakness, out of desire
to feel a touch, to feel loved
to feel wanted is all I ever wanted
but I feel alone and haunted
by the ghosts of everyone else you wanted
everyone you gave yourself to
because they were able to do what I can’t for you
so why waste your time in this comfort zone
when I can’t even satisfy you at home
I promised myself to do the best I can
but I’m no good if I don’t feel like part of your plan
my shortcomings slowly destroys the man I was
I spend each homecoming knowing I’m not enough.

American Pastime

I love the way we interact with each other
underneath and on top of the covers
the way you dance in the shower
and how you can nap for hours
you think I’m bored, but I’m never tired of watching you
admiring someone that is so beautiful
with everything that you put me through
it only makes me want to marry you

Be my dream through the end of time
my California queen, my American pastime
take my heart, my hand and wear my crown
cause you are where my purpose is found
Love me in your own special way
and I’ll love you more than yesterday

Love the way you use me as your body pillow
and take pride in being there when you’re weeping like a willow
satisfying are the adventures we together create
even if its inside in pajamas all day, to the love we make
I could never see you enough, every second is a rush
and for anyone who doubts us, that’s just their tough luck
we can talk about anything and we do
and without saying it, I love how much you know I love you

there are times when our minds clash
and when I’m mad, I still miss your laugh
sometimes you playfully rebel against me
causing trouble, but I also know I give you plenty
ours, are my favorite memories to reflect on
our future, so promising, so strong
I love your gentle, kind, stubborn spirit
I love loving you, I love being in it

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