ELI

[Jhene Aiko made a similar song, in dedication to her BROTHER. I just flipped a few words and changed a few lines. ] Waves of sadness crashing against the shores of unsureness. I know that im leaving soon; real soon, I hope our bond can afford it. I wish there was a way I could stay; I don’t wanna break this adhesive. Man, I just want you to be okay. Man, I just want you to feel this. I remember being told one day: “you got a dream, gotta take it.” I can’t give up on where my heart is leading me. (I hope that you can feel this.) … When you were 1, was born, And when I was 1, you was 2, And I was 2, you was 3. Now im just sitting here reminiscing – How close we really are, I pray that closeness stays. You were more than just my sister, You were like my best friend. So, don’t give up. So, don’t give up on me… Ill love you til your last breath, Until the last drop past death, Until forever ends – this is never. I won’t giv...

Staring out the window, My mind’s in limbo. Twisted up. Congratulations– heard you joined the navy. Strongest girl, dominating this mans’ world. Save me. Save me. I prayed to God in hopes that he may save me. Relinquish these feelings that lay hold on me. I see the image of your beautiful face when these thoughts roam my mental. It’s ridiculous I write about you whenever I pick up a pencil. Thought time would get rid of this. It only causes growth. Now my heart has been broken: at the sight of you with him. I ain’t jealous… Okay, Im jealous. You the one for me, ‘Least I thought so. Girl your body’s so Picasso – Precious & most valuable, Know you love your current boyfriend, But does he treat you right? Make sure he does, If I could tell him something: “Guard her with your life.” Like, I would take a bullet for you, If they was dumping with no targets. Girl you’re amazing, And God – a truly remarkable artist, ...

Girl, your body’s so Picasso –

Deep in my veins. I let the ink handle the aching. Writers block - due to clogged emotions; This is a poets’ burden. I be afraid to acknowledge when it's hurting. So I put it in these verses and let you feel it vicariously. And now it seems absurd. But out of respect for him and her, I moved on. Bittersweet feelings, Sarah- one of the many chicks I was really feeling, but didn't fill in. A blank. Realistically I had to come to conclusions. And thus it was I who was caught in an allusion. Broken amid invisible devastation; Heart beat racin'. Thoughts keep pacin'. Internal whispers increasing by the second; Provoking my words; Summoned by rejection So I write. I write in spite of my fright, I fight; To lose the thought of you; And hope to catch the eyes of someone new. Well aware of the spotlight I may incite. Just dreaming of the success that I may invite; But ... this is my birthright, I was born to write. ...