ELI

Falling. For you. Clearly. You never felt the same. Can't believe all that i been through. To get you. To see me. & to get you to be with me. Girl. I've seen it all before. You like the rough necks. Then I'm just not the man for the job. Because I'm kind hearted. So where do we go from here? Thought you would've caught me. But now I'm falling. My heart isn't anchored. My heart isn't shatter proof. And I should be mad at you. Like your momma when you broke her favorite picture frame. But I'm just filled with hope , Maybe one day , It'll be me next to you in that picture frame; on your mantle. You say I can't handle; you. But you say you like the way he handles you. I just don't get it . My heart is falling and you just won't catch it. And there's no other way...

[I wish I could say all I have to say; To you off paper But I can never get the time of day; Because your schedule's a hater] Truly yours: I say in this poem what I keep inside because I'm afraid to say outside the home. Could've spoken at the movies, but nah, I was afraid to; maybe if you were alone. But see you was with your friend , and I was chilling with my crew. Guess we could've went up top, could've been us 2. But nah. You aren't single anyway, Who am I kidding? Bet that STORM roll in and I start running like a kitten; Cause I ain't even the type to confront a guy over chick, but –  you're the type of chick that deserves better than what you get. Truly yours: My hands shake. Sweat makes a puddle. Im nervous like the first day of preK ••• Girl you keep it classy but you got your night side. Really I just wanna wake up with you on my right side, Or the left - whatever side you choosin...

I guess what the truth was once. Is now distorted, blurred, & Useless. Cause you listen to friends, I hope you know what you're doing.   I hope you realize;  There are other real guys; Who never lie and never make you cry;  But it’s up to you what you choose to do with your life. Smoking Mirrors.> I smoke, Blew one into the mirror, Still it isn't any clearer. Truths  still  lie  under thick sheets of  lies  under  thick   clouds  - I'm  high , But mine is  off of life. Off of life I am high. And your life, Is what you decide; So decide; Today - where you wanna lie, down. With me - in peace?  Or at home alone waiting for your other guys  high   to come - down  , And the lies to be recycled, Coming back around. Glass mirrors & Glass hearts, And once either  breaks , There's no way you can  restart...