No More Time For Rhymes
I don’t always know, exactly how to feel,
when doubts come alive and
suddenly seem real.
Confusion and anger will always pull me down
when a hint of your passion, for me can not be found.
I’ve tried to be patient and hoped that in time,
you would look at me again, and feel desire rise.
When I kiss your neck so softly, or rub your tired back…
Don’t you feel anything? What is it that I lack?
I want to believe you, when you say “nothings wrong”.
But doubts are creeping in, singing troubled songs.
Your actions and your words, are going separate ways.
And actions scream so loudly, causing tender words to fade.
We go to work each day, and return back to our home,
never finding time for “us”, and then the day is gone.
We don’t talk much anymore, and when friends say “goodbye”,
they leave with the best of you, leaving crumbs of your time.
But it seems you’d rather play, with all your toys and friends.
And its not me you reach for, when desire stirs within.
You don’t even try to peek, when I undress these days.
I’ve told you this before, but no difference did it make.
Do you know how that feels? Do you think about it much?
Have you ever loved someone, who ignored your loving touch?
I don’t think you have, and it seems you just don’t care.
I hope you never have to look, in rejections awkward stare.
I hate this poem I write, but even more I hate its shame.
Because I know tomorrow, will be the god damn same.
Too many aches and pains, not to mention phones and games…
Our friends and family, we sometimes try to blame.
But the truth in life of course, is we do just what we want,
taking time for things we love, and putting off the things we don’t.
So we could make some changes, but what would it gain?
If that is where your heart lies, changes are in vain.
My plans were not to steal, all your time so selfishly,
But at the end of every day, there’s nothing left for me.
I can not survive, on the crumbs that others leave.
I’m starving for you baby, and your love is what I need.
Begging, pleading, playing games….I’m too old for that shit.
God damnit I love you. But this burden, I can’t lift.
Whatever you decide, will be told in time well spent.
But hold me tight or turn me loose, before my journey ends.