by Timothy W. Crawford aka "POET"
Whenever your eyes gloss over
Whenever that thing happens, that thing
where there was a moment of uneasiness
when I could've played the music for your
soul to dance but didn't
My mind races
and your eyes show disappointment
to that silently I say...
I'm from the streets and welfare cheese
takes a long time to melt
If love would've loved me then Icould love you totally
disintegrate memories of loss
in a quest for sanctuary in your heart
I could depart my distractions, circumvent my demons
provide an exodus for my avoidance which mimicks annoyance
and when you spoke of tomorrow in such effervescent lucency
I could chase you full speed down that road of "what if"
without packing a lunch or a change of clothes, but then again,
....I bought that last time
If love would've loved me I could picture
landscapes and figures in the future
trip off the magnificance of days dissolving into decades
transforming into a lifetime spent with no regret
Rocking chairs on shaded porches; grandkids picking
dandelions and catching butterflies while our
grayheads sat glistening like majestic crowns.
Welcoming eternity with no anxiety
Yes, love sounds good to me,
but baby this is what I beleived before!
...and like I said before, this cheese melts slow.
I Remember those days I spent an hour in the shower trying to
hold it togetheer.
I remember those sleepless nights healing while my
whole world burned
Yeah, I remember that shit!
I'm trippin lady, cause if you love me now after all that we've been through
my transformation from pure romantic to wounded artist
I must've been something else before
I'm trippin cause you would have really loved me then,
back then when you should have loved me
cause this love
this piece of me I give to you isn't all of me
it's merely a tenth.
and I'm here with you sweating memories of dreams I had
when we were us, like we used to be,
you know us?
Now you, me, we chase before
And damn this cheese still hasn't melted.