it was her eyes that brought me
to this place in my mind
her deep pools of green and brown
leading into the pupil of my happiness
I won't lie I started with her ass
the first day I saw her in class
and there was little more to her....
then I saw deeper, and had conversations
and she brought on these sensations
in my soul....
read my mind like a book, and I stared into those eyes
I would do anything if it would keep them from crying
the day she told me that she had a boyfriend
it killed me, pained me to no end
I told myself that if I really cared, I would let her be happy
and that is what I'm doing, disregarding how I feel and discarding me
and therefore seeing deeper into a selfless abyss
not selfless in this, but myself being gone from all bliss
and her mind told me that she felt something too,
or maybe I speculated too deeply
but I think that somewhere inside of her she knew
that the manifestation of my feelings lay in her keeping
I wanted her so badly that my mind would scream from the pain
and be worthy of her love again, too bad it got lost in the rain
and he took what she would never get back, and I knew
that if I had really cared, I would've been within and clued
that she wanted him. fuck him. well she did. fuck me...
because I was too fucking blind to see
I saw her concentration...that brought me too
around to where her eyes had me in the first place
and I didn't know what to do, but as she rolled that spliff I saw right through
to what she actually believed, and I was a disgrace
she believe I loved someone else. friends? hahaha
thats funny because I would stay with her until the end
even if it was my end, over hers.
Patheic, no doubt but she was like a dream
beautiful white girl, listenin to bone thugs n harmony
urging me on, telling me to write and gave topics
telling me that I needed to get out more
right now she's probably kickin in the tropics
left my boring life for the dominican, I almost hit the floor
she was lucky, going to the place of her dreams,
no laws to ,restrict her, and nothing more than it seems
and she left me where I was, not like it was her choice
but she was always one to have her way with all the boys
and I wanted to be with her forever...
but she never even knew
I hate me for that
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this was written for a spoken word, I'm recording it this week.
it makes very little sense.
Peace

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis