i have the tendency to say more than what will make sense.

i tend to lose more than what i wish to gain at my own expense.

i know as a person i can be terribly dense.

i know that i love someone who probably is afraid to face what i fearlessly face.

big mama told me
its undoubtedly obsession

i told big mama
mama its passion

big mama told me
im trying to pull you out of a hole

i told big mama
i want to keep digging

i know ill find gold

i was told that if can
            search hard enough
                       love hard enough
                            believe hard enough
                                 fight hard enough.....
and if i endure long enough i would receive what I've always wanted.
but i want is acceptance.

i want the world to recognize that
the woman i swap spit with
and trade secrets with
and touch privates with
and trade tears with
and write letters to
and whisper in her ear "you are incredible"
and keep her in my embrace until i seem desperate
and i look like can never release you
because i need you
if if i can only see you for a little bit...

she could be the woman i will live with
the woman i joke with
who gives me feelings that i choke with
the lady i am in love with...
                          could be slipping out of my finger tips...
and all of these things that i so carefully thought of and said....
                                        
               ­                        could all be *******...

   i have the tendency to say more than what will make sense....
  


and that concludes my 4:00 pm appointment