Post by *~*Lady K*~*~ on Mar 21, 2006 0:45:56 GMT -5
i ran across this poem on another board, and felt it is TOO DEEP, and had to share it....
it started with a simple hello
a short morning walk
you know how that go
innocent convos watered the friendship
talkin' bout Bush, growing up, and penmanship
all that water made our relationship grow
from wanting to talk
to needing to know
the inner workings of each other's minds
rejoicing with each discovery we'd find
then one day "hello" turned into "hey you", which
turned into "hey baby,"
and became "hey boo"
the innocent convos we used to admire
became those that belied our maturing desire
Too nervous to eat, infatuation flu
when i DID sleep, ev'ry dream
was of us or you
saw these warning signs flashing, "get out while you can
or you'll become consumed from wanting this man."
Too late, my mind was preoccupied with his face.
and those innocent hugs?
now impassioned embrace.
Got me posted on the wall, him grabbing my legs
ain't gon lie, this man once had me scramblin his eggs
We'd BEEN sitting on his couch discussing Jihad. Now
now we're layed up on his bed
undressing our bodies
with caresses gentle, rough, exploratory
we'd talk without speaking, a fingertip story
Got me more careful bout styling my hair
with his favorite colors in mind
choose underwear
incentive to work out, calisthenics at 6
cocoa butter on places i know he will kiss
I'm wearing concealer to cover my hickies
I'm glowing, my friends think i'm
f*cking. "Who is he?"
But I don't tell them who, and the mark on my breast
i do nothing to. "...mmm, baby, YES..."
Now i bet by now you're wondering what so wrong
y i mentioned that warning
"beware" in this song...Well,
this dude has a live-in girlfriend, and so
our conduct labels the BOTH of us as "HO"
Not 'ho' in the sense that we've ever had sex
cuz we haven't.
i don't have a wedding ring yet.
but to touch and caress and make love with our minds
is just as bad as sex, just a different kind
now he just found out his girl is pregnant. oh jesus
we have to stop lusting, yes,
we have to cease "us".
stop this insanity 'fore the sh*t hits the fan.
Tori, you just mind-fukked a pregnant girl's man!
so i tell him all this: that we can't c eachother
i'm helping create
ANOTHER cheating Brother
so although i'll miss him and care for him deeply
that child will need him more than we need "we".
We have one last good bye, and a goodbye it is
I skip class to extend
and indulge in his kiss
and we touch, and we tease, and make each other moan
almost cry at the thought of leaving him alone
His spirit's entangled in my being's every fiber
but we both know we
can't walk this telephone wire
As i pine for him daily, i want you to know
the dangers that postlude a simple "Hello"
written by: Tori
DAMN! is all I have to say......
it started with a simple hello
a short morning walk
you know how that go
innocent convos watered the friendship
talkin' bout Bush, growing up, and penmanship
all that water made our relationship grow
from wanting to talk
to needing to know
the inner workings of each other's minds
rejoicing with each discovery we'd find
then one day "hello" turned into "hey you", which
turned into "hey baby,"
and became "hey boo"
the innocent convos we used to admire
became those that belied our maturing desire
Too nervous to eat, infatuation flu
when i DID sleep, ev'ry dream
was of us or you
saw these warning signs flashing, "get out while you can
or you'll become consumed from wanting this man."
Too late, my mind was preoccupied with his face.
and those innocent hugs?
now impassioned embrace.
Got me posted on the wall, him grabbing my legs
ain't gon lie, this man once had me scramblin his eggs
We'd BEEN sitting on his couch discussing Jihad. Now
now we're layed up on his bed
undressing our bodies
with caresses gentle, rough, exploratory
we'd talk without speaking, a fingertip story
Got me more careful bout styling my hair
with his favorite colors in mind
choose underwear
incentive to work out, calisthenics at 6
cocoa butter on places i know he will kiss
I'm wearing concealer to cover my hickies
I'm glowing, my friends think i'm
f*cking. "Who is he?"
But I don't tell them who, and the mark on my breast
i do nothing to. "...mmm, baby, YES..."
Now i bet by now you're wondering what so wrong
y i mentioned that warning
"beware" in this song...Well,
this dude has a live-in girlfriend, and so
our conduct labels the BOTH of us as "HO"
Not 'ho' in the sense that we've ever had sex
cuz we haven't.
i don't have a wedding ring yet.
but to touch and caress and make love with our minds
is just as bad as sex, just a different kind
now he just found out his girl is pregnant. oh jesus
we have to stop lusting, yes,
we have to cease "us".
stop this insanity 'fore the sh*t hits the fan.
Tori, you just mind-fukked a pregnant girl's man!
so i tell him all this: that we can't c eachother
i'm helping create
ANOTHER cheating Brother
so although i'll miss him and care for him deeply
that child will need him more than we need "we".
We have one last good bye, and a goodbye it is
I skip class to extend
and indulge in his kiss
and we touch, and we tease, and make each other moan
almost cry at the thought of leaving him alone
His spirit's entangled in my being's every fiber
but we both know we
can't walk this telephone wire
As i pine for him daily, i want you to know
the dangers that postlude a simple "Hello"
written by: Tori
DAMN! is all I have to say......
