....Now and again, I find myself
breathless; and lost with no sense of self.
I fuss and I fight but sadly, it never fails.
Intentions although divine is nothing short of hell.
My desires fueled by mutuality so pure.
I tell myself
over and over again--
no but sure.
Let's be real! I can't fake the funk
I love what I love I don't need any punks
from the other side of the lawn.
I can't help but wonder, how good he is, up under and over...
ok, I'm over it; the whole concept I'll never really grasp.
...How can a man really love what he can't have?
About the Creator
Errol McNeill
I may be just a foolish dreamer
But I don't care
'Cause I know my happiness is waiting out there somewhere
I'm searching for that silver lining
Horizons that I've never seen
I'd like to take just a moment and dream my dream
-L.Richie
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