Many have tried
Many have lied
Many have laid aside pride
All for a chance to get next to you
With hopes of being in your vicinity on the regular
Secular desires
Four flat tires
Going nowhere
Evil stare
'Don't touch my hair!'
'I don't know you like that!'
Lips shoot
Flossing loot
In pursuit
Unfortunately you already know it's the panties before your heart
And the usual finish to the race leaves you broken
38 HOT
Gun of bitterness still smoking
Poppin off shots at the innocent bystander who just simply says hello
What will it take to empty your clip before you point your gun at me
Let me guess
Honesty
Truth
Respect
Spirituality in totality
And not just for convenience of conversation
What about a smile and direct contact with your eyes
Not roaming your body wondering what the prize is like
Not trying to feed my appetite
That has nothing to do with food
Way to the left of rude
A sincere dude
Who gives you his government without being prompted
And you have to hear somebody else call him by the name he prefers
No secrets
No surprises
No omissions
No bullshit
Just me
Giving you the freedom to choose... Me
And not my representative
Am I on the right path to you?
SpokenHeart
Friday, March 5, 2010
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