Sampson
11-11-2009, 05:42 PM
i've written the same poem
like a million times
so now i'm gonna write one
about putting that s*** behind me
now, it ain't like she lied to me
about anything
but how the hell am i supposed to rise
to be a king when my queen
does s*** like that and then
comes back and just chats
like it's an everyday fact
c'mon man, that's a slap in the face
right there but i gotta play it off
like i don't care cos we ain't
"together"... s***, she knew
i loved her i figure she must of
even at that stage when we were
at that youthful age, she must of
but she still persisted in
playing those games and i guess
i totally understand why
people tie up love and pain
understood some of what i'd
seen on the page but i refused
to assume that she was ever mine
in the first place
i was blunt told her i loved
the way our minds would intertwine
late at night and told her how i
watched sunrises while we talked
into the early summer mornings man
she must of f***ing seen me falling
even if she held back herself
cos her history was calling to her
whispered warnings, so i found myself
mourning something that wasn't
even dead yet and i couldn't let
my head rest because her betrayal
disgusted me from my head to my chest
i remember lying in bed so tense
i couldn't breath couldn't bring myself
to believe that that she could be
anything other than mine even if
she had been with some other guy
just a couple of nights before
s***... she didn't see me falling
that time when i collapsed trying to cry
throat dry choking on tears
that never flowed the contours
of my face and i lay sprawled
in the same place for moment
holding the last fragments of my composure
no...
i wouldn't let it be over
i decided and as my eyes was already dry
i just got up and walked outside
must of been about quarter to five
and i looked up at the street lights
...and as i walked home tonight
with the insight of living my life
by the side of the same angel
that betrayed me so blatantly
two or three years before
i realised that despite all the
drama and stressing those street
lights had guided me silently
towards the most important realisation
of them all: love is like an acid trip
it only exists in your mind
but if you take the time to define
the beauty you'll undoubtedly find
in the mines of your mind you will realise
that love is timeless and if it exists
for a split second it exists forever
inside you
like a million times
so now i'm gonna write one
about putting that s*** behind me
now, it ain't like she lied to me
about anything
but how the hell am i supposed to rise
to be a king when my queen
does s*** like that and then
comes back and just chats
like it's an everyday fact
c'mon man, that's a slap in the face
right there but i gotta play it off
like i don't care cos we ain't
"together"... s***, she knew
i loved her i figure she must of
even at that stage when we were
at that youthful age, she must of
but she still persisted in
playing those games and i guess
i totally understand why
people tie up love and pain
understood some of what i'd
seen on the page but i refused
to assume that she was ever mine
in the first place
i was blunt told her i loved
the way our minds would intertwine
late at night and told her how i
watched sunrises while we talked
into the early summer mornings man
she must of f***ing seen me falling
even if she held back herself
cos her history was calling to her
whispered warnings, so i found myself
mourning something that wasn't
even dead yet and i couldn't let
my head rest because her betrayal
disgusted me from my head to my chest
i remember lying in bed so tense
i couldn't breath couldn't bring myself
to believe that that she could be
anything other than mine even if
she had been with some other guy
just a couple of nights before
s***... she didn't see me falling
that time when i collapsed trying to cry
throat dry choking on tears
that never flowed the contours
of my face and i lay sprawled
in the same place for moment
holding the last fragments of my composure
no...
i wouldn't let it be over
i decided and as my eyes was already dry
i just got up and walked outside
must of been about quarter to five
and i looked up at the street lights
...and as i walked home tonight
with the insight of living my life
by the side of the same angel
that betrayed me so blatantly
two or three years before
i realised that despite all the
drama and stressing those street
lights had guided me silently
towards the most important realisation
of them all: love is like an acid trip
it only exists in your mind
but if you take the time to define
the beauty you'll undoubtedly find
in the mines of your mind you will realise
that love is timeless and if it exists
for a split second it exists forever
inside you