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I was digging through some of my old works and came across some poems I written a few years ago. This poem in particular was written some "X" number of years ago to a female I am glad I have nothin...
I've always thought to myself, "Could there be a limit?"
For one man to go beyond his length, expressing to one real girl
Over years of failed tries, though some are successful
I've yet to fine that one, granting to entrance my world
Then the day I find someone, who I believe could be it
But her mind is dazed, confused not knowing which road to take
Her unconscious mind, has her in a state, where the path concludes a dead end
She's unknowningly killing herself, she's the one whom holds the stake
My actorial reply, is save this female, and lead her to tomorrow
My actorial reply, is to take this woman, and show that all is recognized
When she talked, I listened. Receiving all of her past and future
I gave attention, I gave advice. But why do I feel classified?
Am I classified? Under the categories of a list that she consumes
Am I classified? Under some book that she hides on a shelf
All I ask is one chance, but it seems like I'm begging for a universe.
Wait, give me just one minute of composure, as I talk to myself.
Now brother, do you really feel she never intended no chance with you?
I don't know, but for every step forward, she pushes me three steps back.
Now brother, do you really think she wants you away?
Thats the confusing part, I don't know whether to stay or allow her to continue her track
Her situation is only destined for her heart to result in shatters
Count the pieces if you like, no matter, her soul is the one who truly suffers
Emotional tourment has appointed her to cope with stress with no one to heal
Though I do want to be the one to comfort her troubles
Through all of her life, she's yet to experience the comfort of a warm being
Someone or some man, willing to expedite their time.
But when I open my arms she turns, when I move forward she runs
How much longer must I run this same line.
Since, at birth my mother did not assign me the name of a super hero.
Then how much longer can a mortal, be willing to run a loop of nowhere
How much longer must I willingly deny my own life, in order to prove my stakes in this
How much longer shall I stand, listen, and see, her heart be wrathered in stress and dispair
No more, I can't take. Cause when she hurts, I too feel the pain
I too feel the stress, when her soul takes another faulty stab
No more, cause why must I hurt, when I try to comfort, she flees
No more, why should I bleed, attain her infections and scabs
I have my pains already, I have my soul in a strong bind
But as my mother persists to advise me there is one who can heal you're scars
Favor for favor, I heal her, and expect her to be here for me
But another attempt failed, when I expected as she's my venus, and I'm her mars
Now brother, why leave her in this ridiculous sitation?
Why put an escape route for a prisioner, if he's not looking to be free?
Why open the window for a caged bird, if it enjoys the torment while behind the bars?
And why should I provide my heart and sprit, if she refuses to accept a real man's plea
Now brother, please don't tell me you leaving the black queen in this state of misery.
No, I'm not that type of man, to leave a woman in pain and in downed
But my heart no longer open, my soul is now closed. My dreams for her future are whisked away
No longer shall I suffer torment when my world is already in doubt.