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Obsequious (a fool's broken record and revelation)
Posted On: 05/09/08 @ 07:39 PM
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Obsequious (a fool's broken record and revelation)
Dry lips long for your kiss like/ eyes water when you are missed/So I try harder to keep you happy when you are around// A glimpse of hope lingers...maybe this time you'll stay around//
This heart smiles when you come around/ but your never happy enough to stay around/ So I try harder to keep you content when you come around/
A glimpse of hope lingers…maybe this time you’ll stay around//So I try harder...//
ALL men want…/For you I would become//Your personal pleasure/ wet space to leave rage/ and I received you with open legs and a smile/ held onto the rage you left behind bottled it inside my walls/I took what I could get /needed to be all you needed/ needed you to see that I could… if only you would let me/ But you were never content enough to stay around//
Seasons change and no word…but you return/ with your arrival you brought//hope back to a fool//So I try harder/Because ALL men want…/
A lady/ hair, nails check/ nurturing, sensitive, sweet, everything nice, with a hint of needy/ just so you could feel needed/ because I needed to feel wanted// and you were what I wanted/what i thought i needed/For you I would be/A freak// Because all men want…The one that can make your toes do that thing and the hairs on your body stand in places that you didn’t know hair follicles existed/not afraid to taste you and simultaneously hum a sweet tune/ give you those vibrations in low chords/ give you my blues…found another way to entice you so that you would return… needed you to see that I could be if only…//But you were never satisfied enough to stay around…//Possibilities exhausted as hope departs/ and Im left alone/ with an obsequious response to immature “women in need" thoughts/
But I digress and climb higher inside self to reach a plateau of honesty //realizing that all the time I tried to obsequiously please you the benefactor could never have been me/
I was too busy conforming to standers that were never set and if they were when your mind changed you would forget
SO,,, I TRIED HARDER//
and the real me kept getting lost…lost…lost...
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