Oh sweet, fragile, and hostage love of mine.
When did I first meet you, I can’t remember the time
You’ve put a spell and charm on my soul,
A soul of which is as dark as coal.
Oh sweet love, I will attend your institution,
And hopefully not mistake you for prostitution.
Yeah love, let me call you baby, boo-thang, and shawty
And accept these names, I don’t care if your attitude is haughty.
It’s time to see the Truth-no not Paul Pierce!
The truth is, behold! my love for you is all fierce.
Use your pretty head my dear and accept thee
For all my insanity and do not reject me!
Please please please, know that I must have you
Or else I will have nothing special to do.
Wait…timeout, why do you say we cannot be?
And how come I have never seen you in my sights to see?
Cease speaking love, I’m tired of being effin berated.
Sorry, I’ll stop using profanity and keep it G-Rated.
Alright love, now I’m really starting to get pissed!
Because right now I just found out that you do not exist!
So all this time I thought you were real
Now what the heck am I supposed to feel?
And now, love made me a joke of humanity.
Oh man…I really was in a pointless fantasy.
I was trapped in the Dream-no not Hakeem!
Oh no…I’m going nuts, I’m unwell, I mean.
I had a burning heart…which only love I desired
No wait…that’s something my madness just sired.
June 6, 2010
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