In
between beat rhythms
Over
artistic expression
of chords and instruments
of chords and instruments
He
speaks lyrical rhymes breaking down his heart
Moments
in time seek stability through his words
While
he speaks of a question of sanity
Because
to dream is human, yet to follow such a path of most resistance leaves one
questioning one’s own mental state
Despair
through arrogance reveals a lack where vulnerability still stands
And
yet to be vulnerable for a whole world to see your nakedness
Is
it so difficult to open up to just one other human being? Or just this one?
Effort
or a moment to understand that pain is a tool for growth
Yes,
we were hurt before as long as we are willing to be more, we cannot be hurt the
same way twice
Instead
I listen to music in hopes of a fantasy life
Excusing
that though I am blinded by my opponent’s big voices and large presence my
battle is won, and my war will be lost to someone who will fight for and with
me.
Though
it may not be with him, we will share
Such
heart
Such
art
And
close each other off to our vanity
To
be honest, giving my all over and over has not been worth a man’s acceptance,
only leading to resentment, because he comes to me lacking, and in need.
What
I help to build, I have to leave, because once I build Rome it’s the
requirements of my castle that brings him to his knees.
I
deserve a thrown that can carry my weight and as long as that is contingent on
my contribution I am a woman worth 5 tons in gold and just being in my social
standing can multiply a man’s net worth by the thousands alone.
It’s
not about what I can do for him, because for him I will bear sons that will
lead and create, make paths that have never been made and bring a reputation to
his name that it has not seen since before his great greats were slaves
Because
for him, I will bear daughters that will bring beauty and grace into this place
that will make Beyonce look unkept and Condoleezza look undereducated
Because
for him my gifts are worth his investment and I hear it in his expression
Though
I work to not allow my heart to speak as I listen
I
can’t manipulate nor regain control
I
fight to hold my control freak in her place
I
am powerless against his spoken word
my
kryptonite is truth in his art and though he verbalizes his vanity, I only hear
his humanity
Soul
speaks as our souls meet, dance on heartfelt creativity
I
can’t deny that my heart cries out for
New
times new fears
new
moments new skies
And my Hand ties
So
then Hope dies
As
time flies no more lies
His
truth resonates against the walls of my spirit
He
tells his soul and with my whole being I hear it
I
feel his story, touched and glad for him share
My
emotion is strong without control I couldn’t bare
I
can see his heart on his sleeve that he wears
Speak
my feelings to his ear and let him know, I wouldn’t dare
Especially
cus I’m afraid that in the end he wouldn’t care
