Hypothetically … hypothetical
It’s okay, I see you it going to be alright … the broken
scared little girl who lives inside this woman that I love… (Extending my hand
out) it going to be okay trust me.
I see you hiding behind perfect make up, empty
laughter and fake smiles, covered by the figs leaves of a gym body and the latest
fashion trend, torn jeans, old clothes the newest fashion designs going home
all alone. I won’t try and understand this roller coaster ride I will just
accept it for what it is and hope we arrive at happiness with sanity intact,
not fully shell shocked, I don’t like the push and pull it bruises my soul but I
look for the rock inside me to stand while find your lost, I don’t always
understand, the only truth that makes me stay around is because… god whispered
in my ear “she is worth it”.
(Extending my hand again) I can’t heal you that’s between
you and Mr God, but while that takes place I can be your covering, your souls physio
therapist, I can stretch your lungs with real laughter, your lips with real
smiles, if your soul finds the courage it can sit next to mine I have enough
warmth to share for the two of us. In the flesh I can please your body with
unselfish pleasure where other men saw I piece of ass I see gods master piece and
a treasure When the wind rages I will be your wall, when it rains I will be
your rain coat (just a snug to lol), when the sun’s rays are too harsh rub me on
your body and I will be your filter.
I already have scars on my back from my daily war
with the old master, so I am sure I can muster enough patients’ to deal with your
temperament, when you feel anxiety and have flash backs of past princes you
kissed that turned into toads and you get heated and little crazy, lashing out
at me with verbal switch for sins I never committed, I can be your punching bag
to blow off the steam , please just don’t strike out at my heart, emotions and fear
don’t always make sense but neither does love and what it is willing to endure .
Give me a chance to be your alchemist left alone
with coal I can turn it into gold. I will banish cold nights sleeping all alone,
I elevate fear of growing old and grey
alone, you never have to worry in sickness in health, we have faced
poverty the test of souls is how we deal
with fame and wealth, will be your scarecrow and protect your field of dreams.
Complete not compete… … it’s okay, we are going to fine take my hand … I see you
Hypothetically
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