Many Different Ways

dedication.love.2004

Jealousy wrath, wrap it, wash it off like an emotional bath
Memories of our long time love, deal with the aftermath
Everyone kept telling me move on, the past is the past
She's laughing all the way to the bank of emotions
Nice guys finish last, go through the motions
Drown yourself in endless oceans, the basic notions
Empty visions of hopeless decisions from mindless religions
Been put through the rung of friendly advice, over and over again
Get over it, heard over and over again like a broken recording device
Opinions formed with the love so deformed from what it was just a few short months before
Always wondered what was in store, it's 2004, she's far more than that along the east coastal shore
If she ever got bored, she could just walk out her front door,
Pick up any loser man w***e who promises her the world
Poor innocent little girl, pours out her soul to him
Just so he could take it as an invitation to please his sexual whims, ignoring all that she said
Her heart and soul will be torn, sworn she's worn out by men
Ain't going out with them again, just can't win with them is what goes through her head
It's all part of the man system, the mechanism, the mannerism
That keeps breaking down all around the whole damn town
Will she like me cos I'm brown, or when she sees me will she frown at the sight before her
Even though not once have I ignored her, but shown her nothing but love for her
And I still do, grow on her like mildew, be loyal to her like a man do but few do,
Break her in like a new shoe
Adjusting it in class of chemistry or sunday at the ministry, so safe seemingly to me
Surprisingly she believes him after nodding yes when she asks with her eyes are you lying to me
And quietly in the two-hour numb absence that is our reality
She writes, asks how does she know me, if we ever made love cos if we did she didn't really feel me
Saying everything that could belittle, ridicule and diss me
Like saying friends we’ll forever be
Luckily, it was all a bad dream
She still writes me daily asking me to sweep her right off her feet
Baby I say to thee within time I'll be in your city asking you to pick me, up looking for flight number 50
Ready to set you free, promised you my world the first time you were my girl
I continue to these days and I'm still amazed that no man has looked deep into your gaze
And fallen in love with you like I did in so many different ways.