sexydeltagirl
09-13-07, 09:08 PM
I've walked past you for the last several months...
Without the courage to pick you up...
Flip through your pages reminisce over my life experiences written on your paper...
You were closer to me than my old man...
You hold stories and secrets that he doesn't or will ever know...
You've never judged me but I'm judging you...
Cause everytime I walked past you I pretend you don't exist...
But I'm here to apologize for the neglect...
Like a child being beaten....
You've been mistreated....
And I'm sorry....
I'm sure that had you not been there...
To catch my anger and envy...
My stupid reactions to others stupdity...
I would have done something I would have regretted...
Ended up some place where my time is restricted...
The sound of sistas crying keeping my company...
Breakfast at 8am, lunch at 12, dinner at 6...
Door closed back to solidary confinment...
You hold more value than my income increasing in zeros...
More than holding the megamillion lottery ticket..
To lose you, the desire to fill you with my thoughts...
Is a thought that frightens me...
Yet I pretend to be brave and let another day slip by without touching you...
Or acknowledging that you are indeed my bible...
King James doesn't have to power to change you...
Ever character is placed there for a reason...
My hands are starting to itch with anticipation...
They know they will be soon joined with a pen...
Who will scribble the feelings from my heart...
Into words that flow like my tears...
Onto a page...
That is attached...
To a notebook that allows me to bear my soul...
Without the courage to pick you up...
Flip through your pages reminisce over my life experiences written on your paper...
You were closer to me than my old man...
You hold stories and secrets that he doesn't or will ever know...
You've never judged me but I'm judging you...
Cause everytime I walked past you I pretend you don't exist...
But I'm here to apologize for the neglect...
Like a child being beaten....
You've been mistreated....
And I'm sorry....
I'm sure that had you not been there...
To catch my anger and envy...
My stupid reactions to others stupdity...
I would have done something I would have regretted...
Ended up some place where my time is restricted...
The sound of sistas crying keeping my company...
Breakfast at 8am, lunch at 12, dinner at 6...
Door closed back to solidary confinment...
You hold more value than my income increasing in zeros...
More than holding the megamillion lottery ticket..
To lose you, the desire to fill you with my thoughts...
Is a thought that frightens me...
Yet I pretend to be brave and let another day slip by without touching you...
Or acknowledging that you are indeed my bible...
King James doesn't have to power to change you...
Ever character is placed there for a reason...
My hands are starting to itch with anticipation...
They know they will be soon joined with a pen...
Who will scribble the feelings from my heart...
Into words that flow like my tears...
Onto a page...
That is attached...
To a notebook that allows me to bear my soul...