Waiting For A Star To FallA Poem by The Cunning LinguistLost love can always be found....
It's safe to say that from the start you surely had me hooked,
I centered out my world for you; those feelings had me shook, but every time you smiled at me you read me; grab a book, f**k thumbing through the pages; Leo man, I had to look. I drank you with my gaze; your beauty made a young'n slump, like 15 fifths of fifty one on one til sumthin's drunk, regurgitate my Uncle Charlie's words so up I Chuck, emotions from the gut until I'm layin under stuff. The Christmas that we spent; remember how we made it match? My heart was karma's victim; here and now I pay it back, the things I did I wish to God that I could take it back, but since I can't I'll just apologize for ways I lacked. You've never left my mind throughout the years that've come and gone, relationships since then I've known that there was something wrong, and couldn't put my finger on just what was all amiss, the way your kisses lingered on my lips was all I missed. So now we have this chance again; 2 halves we'll make a whole, a real man shares his feelings while fugazies take the hole, with lies and inuendo they're the type that take the pole, and swear to God they're swole when they're in fact a gaping hole. My love for you still burns like glowing embers in the flame, The Cunning Linguist speaks but please remember it's just James, the man with whom you shared a love so strong it broke the mold, we peeked out at the world from women's footwear; open toed. For you I'd wait til time just ceased; you're worth the all and all, if waiting for your love's like waiting for a star to fall, I'd stand out in an open field, my eyes towards the sky, I'd catch you as you're falling even if to try I'd die, but see if you don't fall for me it's no fault but my own, my actions will speak louder than my words because I'm grown, as well as old and wiser with no time for hardy-har, I'm waiting here to catch you; open arms, my falling star. ©2013 The Cunning Linguist © 2014 The Cunning LinguistAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThe Cunning LinguistWanaque, NJAboutBorn & raised in Newark, NJ, T.C.L. started writing poetry at age 14 and continues to let a wide variety of topics influence his writing and is not afraid to tell it how he feels it, no matter who get.. more..Writing
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