Dad

A father's love is unmistakeable.
The time spent and hours worked irreplacable.
Gave me space to grow and guiadance to live by.
You hurt when I hurt and I think I know why.
Because when you are strong you must have weaknesses;
I must be one of yours.
So you watch me and protect me;
your the one there throughout the years.
You cannot stand your child to hurt;
so you wipe away the tears.
Not with a cloth but with your words,
and your ever present love.
And with the support of faith and family;
I show the same love and guidance to my child.
Just as I was taught she will find the right path.
The man in my future will be a glimpse of a man from my past.
On with the cycle you will never leave my side,
I will carry you in my heart and my life as I give this life a ride.

Paranoid

Your back; you need me.
And are gladly accepted by Love Unconditional.
I ask Why, When, Where did we go wrong.
You reply What? Why? Why do you need to know?
We’re here now.
Trust me; Those familiar words.
Those words that use to set me free.
But now something in my soul wants to cry out;
‘Lord why me’
I check the pockets and the phone rings late at night.
I lose sight of why I really stayed to fight. For our love.
The nerve of him.
The nerve of me; Staying around like I don’t have legs to flee.
Am I a woman found or a woman betrayed?
What does it matter, after all; I stayed.
It just might be that I don’t know what to feel.
Let’s act like nothing happened, and eat another meal.
Something, someone give me a sign.
Is it pain that I’m going through all of this to avoid?
No, I’m just scorned and loved.Yeah, I’m just paranoid

Dream

Senseless fine-as-ness.
The kind of skin tone that would make you think of a dark chocolate Hershey bar.
But can I get it on a hot day?
Let chocolate melt in my mouth and in my hands;
Coat the walls so I can taste the sweetness with my tongue and make it last.
That smile ignites a light in my personal body-melt abyss as I get lost in those eyes.
They are deep, dark brown; That black brown.
Brown surrounded by ivory, and the long lashes of a crybaby.
But he is strong.
I can see the battle scars.
Long healed, but obvious and permanent.
Just like the small chip on his shoulder.
He is strong.
Rock hard body seen through loose clothing.
I want to be his world.
It’s worth this temporary insanity, as I loose all focus.
I am under his spell, buried under my expectations, filled with exaggerations.
Eyes open, mind trapped.
My Dream.