Not Some Day

Just a poem about the accumulation of my thoughts.

Throwback to Usher.... confessions
Baby girl I wish that I was messin
But I am such a mess without you
Momma gave me so much love
Now I'm gonna need it from you
This is real
This is true

Look around
Could you ever get a clue
It's clear I'm in your view
What is it that I have to do
You want me to dance?
You want me to move on your cue?
Expectations unrealistic

I just want to fall in love with a glove
Someone that will catch me
Someone that will give me a hug
Can you understand what a real man is?
I know it seems like a quiz
But the answers are so easy
Lately
It's been driving me crazy

Driving in and out of lanes hazy
I know I can't get a DUI again
But I'm so f*****g lost
And all I want is a girl to be my friend
Not like I'm gay
Not like it's a sin
Just want to believe in love again

If I could I'd write these words in blood I would
Sorry I'm impatient
Sorry that I can't always perform
Maybe it's because I'm more focused on charm
Stuck on thoughts

Trying to find mine
I keep writing words
Google Keep trys to delete the lines
Maybe I should put it in Word
Maybe I'm just too smart for the birds

Chicks running around
Suburbs full of curbs
Do I care?
No I just want you to look me in the eyes
I type too fast
Does that mean I type before I think
I don't even blink
When words come from the heart

I just want to speak words of the kind kind
But you all seem to be blind blind
I want to be in front of you
Not always behind
Look me in the eyes and say Hey
I know things can't always work out the way
We see on the TV screen

Your judgemental thoughts
To me they are so mean
Try to knock me down
When I just want to shine through the screen
Show the world my love
Show the world my dreams

Somehow you seem to think
Drinking is the way to solve your problems
But if you just gave me time
You KNOW that I could solve them

Is this really a discussion?
Or do you have a concussion
Aliens looking down like why are they rushing
Government like keep it hush hush
Russians that sell brides
Women and men without pride inside

I can't leave this thought alone
That we should be alone in OUR home
Maybe have a child
Maybe teach him not to be so wild
The world is not a jungle
If it is
It will not last long

Get some self respect
Put away the bong
Do you know how it feels to thrive on love?
To have a glove to catch you when you fall?
To never over react?
To never fight?
To always do what is right?

It's not so hard for me
Maybe I could teach you
Maybe he should be with me
Maybe it's a choice
Maybe we all have a voice

I still know what I feel
I still know what's real
You can f**k around if you want
You can try to please a c**t
I will only stray further away
You will miss my love immediately
Not some day

Author's Note

This took 15 minutes. I call it immediate thought to word

Reviews

[Cindy Marietta]

Confessions album is legendary. Ha, great poem, I dig watcha did