Who is the man that I’m sitting here writing about late at night with poetic lyrics, the man who is standing all by himself and the man with the quiet spirit? The man that I see who is passing by me leaves a question mark on my face, because he really does have me curious, but keeping my thoughts in a secret place. He will never know that I am watching, and he will never know what I can see, he will never know what I am hoping, because it just may not ever be. Though my mind may be constantly roaming, like the waves that are in the sea, he might not be the man that’s for me, but a withered and a fruitless tree. I may never know what will happen, because this life is such a difficult race, but the only thing that would be best for me is keeping my thoughts in a secret place.
If only you had spoken in your final hour before your vision had begin to grow dim, and if you only could’ve told me what the feeling was like when you transitioned in the spiritual realm. Where are you dwelling, are you feeling alone, or are you bowing at the Master’s feet, are you singing with the angels with a harp in your hand or are you resting in eternal peace? Show me where you are and just lead the way to where your body has been properly laid, because I want to know if everything is well with you or are you begging to come out of your grave? If only you could seek me or just give me a glimpse because your soul is very hard to reach, and because you’re not with us in the physical realm I just wish that the dead could speak.
If I go to work quiet and appear in a daze then just know that I am being myself, and when it’s close to mother nature and I’m set in my ways then keep calm because I’m being myself. If I really don’t like you and I keep you away then just know that I am being myself, but if you try to come around me I’ll have something to say because I’m bold and I’m just being myself. I don’t care what others think because I know all my strengths and my flaws I know them all too well, but I will soar like an eagle through the struggles of life because through Christ I know that I’ll prevail. I can only be the person I was born to be because I’ll never be anyone else, but if you text and don’t ever get a response from me then only know that I’m just being myself.
I never thought I’d be the one speaking out against you, not being bitter but a little bit tough, because I’m long overdue by keeping it all inside and now I’m venting and I’ve had enough. It was you who were calling reaching out to me and never once did I reach out to you first, but you only came around me when your life was dry, looking for me to try to quench your thirst. But to me you’re like a dead man cold and stiff who is awaiting to be put in a hearse, and if anybody call or ever mention your name then to me they are pronouncing a curse. Now I’m feeling really good since I broke all the ties though I shouldn’t even scoop to your level, but it’s time that I expose all your deeds and signs because it’s nothing but the works of the devil. If you think you’re so much better or too good for me and think it’s hard for me to say goodbye, just remember it was you reaching out to me so if you’re thinking that then so am I.
The way you touch my body it just make me so weak but most of all I am happy you’re here, and the way you cuddle with me while we’re lying in bed, makes me feel really good my dear. The way that you embrace me when you walk through the door, have my spirit feeling light as a feather, and the way you warm my body as my temperature rises, causes flames when we are together. The way you look at me when you utter your words give me chills when I hear your voice, and the way i kiss your lips and caress your tongue very gentle though it’s nice and moist. Stop running because you’ll never have nothing to fear but let me show you all that I can do, and I will teach you things that no other woman could do if you would just let me prove it to you.
I need to know if we are close, are we getting together or do you only want to be my friend? You’re disappearing like a ghost and it’s wasting my time because I feel like I am chasing the wind. My time is being spent dreaming that I have you and you’re my only source of inspiration, but now I see your fruit is falling from the top of the tree, forbidden fruit that is my temptation. I need to know where we stand or do I need to give up because I don’t know the truth about you, and I’m sick of holding you in the depth of my soul, being attached to my heart like glue. There’s no need to explain but you should’ve been honest and after that you could’ve walked away free, because you would’ve felt better being a man about it if you had only opened up to me.
Even though we don’t speak on a daily basis and communicate but once in awhile, your presence always bring me all the joys of life and that connection always get me through trials. There is something very special that is planted in you and I’m that water who will bring it to life, and my body has been kept and reserved for you being ignited for that special night. Though my thoughts are always wondering when I’m thinking about you I’m just ready for you to see the light, and as I’m constantly praying to God on the behalf of you, hopefully then he would give you insight. Your spirit is so sweet that it calms the storm and you’re the one who I am thinking of, because I’ll give you everything and every part of me and that is what I would do for love.