The End

Loneliness always seemed to find me, no matter where I'd hide..
Always hoping that tomorrow, I'd have a loving woman by my side.
Yet each and every morning, I continually awoke by myself..
Then proceed through my day, desiring to be somebody else.

The Realist

Anxiety attacks from always yelling on the phone
Its time to relax, I'm getting on the train to go home
I look at this couple, sitting in the car ahead of me
The look in their eyes screams of deep intimacy
Their moments should confiscate itself to just them
I can’t help but stare, not bothering to pretend
I can tell that they don’t have much to their name
His shoes are decaying, blue jeans fading to gray
The way they see each other, is my sight erred
How can they be happy, this has got to be absurd

But I digress, I was on my way home...

She drapes her leg over his leg, he smells her hair
I don’t hear what he says; it is theirs not to share
He runs his finger along her thigh, worn from wear
They speak of marriage and affording a proper ring
He’s willing to put in extra hours, save for next spring
Now I sit confused, can love really conquer greed
But how can they be happy they have no money

But I digress, I was on my way home...

When I reached my stop, they exited as well
I tracked their retreat to near where I dwell
They were in a loving embrace, all alone
I saw it was my face, the one I loved... and our walk home

Dimez

When I look at you I see an angel full of perfection...
Two souls embracing with a connection of affection...
Many carelessly approached me in the wrong way...

Came upon this angel, so gentle with words and the things he'd say...
Vision of gray skies, too many tears dripping softly like rain drops...
Thinking about my baby boy puts me at ease then all the pain stops...

Putting aside the past, I envision a future of me and my boo together at last...
Won’t let us be pulled away by wrong sources, forces, divorces, won’t give up fast...
Don't care if NYC is where you live, got my heart to offer with love to give...