6.2.09 I'm Sick & Tired

I’m Sick…I’m tired…

I’m sick of being self less
And then being called selfish

I’m sick of being worn tired
But being the lazy one

Having all the knowledge one can buy
And being the “Know it all”

I’m tired of worrying about others and their feelings
Yet still being thoughtless

Tired of putting others first
But being last on their list

Sick of starting in the lead
And finishing last

Being Up on everything
But always down about something

Tired of Today looking like Yesterday
Hoping that Tomorrow would never come

I’m sick of you not seeing me
The way I really am

Forget about the rhythm
Forget about the rhyme

These thoughts and feelings
Have with stood the test of time

Will I make an impression in your mind and heart
When this letter is thru?

I doubt it,
You’re too busy still thinking bout you…


--Me 6.09

6.2.09 On My Mind

On my Mind

You are my first thought I think of
When I awake

The last face I see
After I ask the lord my soul to take

No time in the morning
To send my praises on high

Too busy thinking, worrying
Bout that guy

Is he up?
How did he sleep?

Is he in pain?
Is he even thinking bout me?

I shoot him a msg
I hope he replies

Wishing him a big “Good Morning Sunshine”

By now its noon, I'm worried should I call?

Maybe the phones on vibrate
He’s just missed my calls

My stomach in knots
It’s a quarter past two

Girl calm down
That boy ain't even thinking bout you

Its five forty five
I get a text

Three little letters
…y-e-s

Yes you’re sick, yes to lunch
Yeah you miss me? What?

Or was it yeah
 “I was just ignoring your calls”

Six twenty
I finally hear his voice!

“What was so urgent?
That you called ALL those times?”

“I was busy doing this, busy doing that
Then I laid down a while to try and take a nap!”

“But you know what,
Lil’ Miss Impeccable would have none of that!”

Teary eyed I listened
Wishing I could reverse time

Back thru space
Before I had claimed him as mine

Before his smile
And his touch

Before his smooth delivery
Made its way into my heart

See my heart is aching
And he’s too dumb to tell

The one thing he’s running from
I know so well

My love’s… so strong
I’d trek thru the pits of Hell

If only, If only
We could see eye to eye

Now back to reality
As I dry my eyes

I apologize as I say goodbye

See he has something else on his agenda
That doesn’t include me

So I wait and I wonder
Till he decides to call me…

--Me 6.09