Your insecurities mock me.
Relax
Nothing is going to happen
Just let me dream
Let me be a woman
With eyes bigger than her stomach
Let me pretend
Your insecurities mock me.
Relax
Nothing is going to happen
Just let me dream
Let me be a woman
With eyes bigger than her stomach
Let me pretend
Sweet perfume
With those pleather alligator boots
I’d ride him like a gorilla
Smashed against the glass
But I can’t seem to reach him
With that dimple
His face becomes too alluring
That I get lost in the wave of women
Waving for his attention
Sometimes I think of you in between the stars and sunlight.
For you are not black or white
But a rainbow in the night
Do you ever dream with poems floating in your head
Like little cigarette butts in the ocean.
Do you ever see them taking shape from the smoke they create
Or is it just a dud potion.
I wonder sometimes what would happen
If I let them take form
Would they be unique
Or just the norm.
But I also think, would it be cruel to trap them
When they look so happy floating there.
Reaching for you
As you descend into dust
Hoping and praying that it must
Not be true
That you and him
Can make it work
If only it was that sim-ple
But he is not your herc-ules
He is your enemies
Lover
And I hold the keys
I
Am
Bleeding
Ink
I drink from the well,
your blood,
from when you fell.
Oh, how I loved that day,
seeing your body,
in the bay.
Wishing I had pushed you,
myself,
Which I’m sure you already knew.
Give me your pain
Let me hear your sorrow,
Breathe in your depression,
Taste your discomfort.
For your feelings are my feelings
And your cross is my cross.
I carry
The pain
I witnessed
You endure
My feelings about you seem to waiver between resentment and gratitude
And I don’t know how to live between the two
So today I am choosing gratitude.
I’m choosing to see the best in you
Even when I know you will never change.
I’m choosing to see the best in you
Even when I know you don’t see the best in me.
I’m choosing to see the best in you
Because I’m tired of judging you.
You have your demons
And I have mine.
But today I choose to see your wings.
Because you have never left me
And have always told me you love me
Even if your actions didn’t show it.
At least I heard it.
Because many women I know haven’t.
So I’m grateful for that.
For your love and your choice to stay,
Mr. Ray.