You see its like
the last time I thought
I was in love
I was more or less in a situation
constantly contemplating
a way out of my fucked up situation
I thought her love was real
you know the I love you too's
the you are my boo
the typical shit
she has already shown the next dude
the after, the before, and the now,
how the hell am I suppose to smile
at a chick that's all about
what she can get for a little while
later for that shit
and remember I thought
it was all about love
unconditional
instead it was about
the love
material
the prize in the box of cereal
lost in the meaning the purpose
I see why I can't achieve those
that are always nervous
the substance abusers
the intellectually working for the money losers
the I'm hot one minute I'm not confusers
Damn!
I thought this was about love
a masterpiece that would
allow me to exist above
an impossible feat to achieve
when selfishness fits
tighter on my heart than a glove
TO BE CONTINUED
