When I was young I used to lay and think of having my very own queen,
You know the kind of girl that just makes the scene.
Well I found her and who knew I would find the fairest of them all right down the hall,
An amazing woman with such characteristics, courtesy of heuristics, not ever sadistic, materialistic, or a simplistic statistic, she is so surrealistic, I can’t believe how lucky I am, this ballistic, artistic, socialistic, purely holistic, expressionistic soul that makes up the composition of her life’s position, makes me wanna transition, and prostrate myself to her submission...

...and so I did, I let her in to swim through the thoughts in my brain, and like a broken water main they gush feelings and emotions freely unchecked but she doesn’t need to hit the deck, she stands stall, weathering the squall, she’s my wall, she’s my leopard print baby doll.  She sets me straight, inspiring my urges to create, always a reason to celebrate when i’m with her

She cuts through my life with a concern and care sharper than any knife,  Peeling through the layers to my core, *** man when it rain man it pour, and she catches the drips and drops  as they fall right through the door, and of her I could never ask more, she is the perfect score, the one I adore.  We soar...  

...and together our dreams take flight, you can’t cop this kind of height,
up and beyond far out of your sight, we don’t fight, we play, and I wanna hear what she’s gotta say, Everything wrong, and everything right with her day, how are you doing?  When’s your next play?  And if I may I will, the best image even if its still, is of her, lying on my chest, which is where I want her nest,  with her head on my heart,  she hears the rhythm of my soul as it rocks her to sleep, while I lay in thoughts so deep, and every once in awhile I just might peep, at the face directly below mine, that constant state of grace, life’s sunshine.

How did I know where this would go?
I never knew where time would take me in its flow.

So long has this heart by empty and devoid of a core,
a lack of love has left this boy with a sore...soul

And as I meandered from day to day not sure how to escape this prison in which I stayed.  I thought to myself, What the **** man can’t you just say something to someone.

They said if you build it they will come.
And if I could add up all the sums...of these bitter disappointments that have had there run.  I would come to the conclusion that there is no resolution, no simple answer to this lack of love convolution.  

Oh snap when an opportunity raps, I’m too hungry and too hard for this...but theres a chance I might not swing and miss.  Finally the time for a first kiss.

And this is the girl for me, she lets my soul fly so free.

And like a simple instrument I get played.

A different string gets yanked every ******* day,
What the **** don’t I get a say?

Whats the confusion about don’t you like me?
Why do you have to think so much lets just be.

And then the wait, **** I just want to date.

I ask for advice, everyone has their own insight.
and in a way I think they were all right.

Valid reasons for this lack of reason,
I don’t think love was ever in the air this season.

And this is the girl for me, she lets my soul fly so free.

They say time heals all wounds,
I think it also grants a boon.

We can look back at the choices me make,
And what part of ourselves we did forsake
In this quest to realize a dream that was guaranteed to rip apart at the seam.  Something we grasped at trying to make work by any means

...but no, its done and so we move on along trying to find our own song, Thoughts recessing as we move back into our own personal session, Life alone, it hurts to the bone, shuffling along like another drone on the telephone, filled with quiet moments in the zone, not a sound but the moan:

And this is the girl for me, she lets my soul fly so free.

All that is me,
Everything you can’t see.

Transposed  beyond the eye,
Deep within it lies.

Available at need,
Blossom forming from the seed.

Taking root and spreading,
Across the passages its heading.

This temporary replacement,
An adequate substitute being lent.

It fades over time,
Refreshed by thine.

She who weakens with a stare,
It works so hard to care.

This proxy love dulls the absence,
The lack-of-a-person expense.

A love for her deeper than the sea,
All that is me,
Everything you can’t see.

Waiting is the worst,
The unknown is what comes first.

It creeps and crawls,
Your mood leaps and falls.

Conjectures and what if’s,
Like your sanity fell off a cliff.

It eats away at what your all about,
And you give in to these doubts.

Dark and alone,
Cowboy **** *** and a telephone.

Something more to get by,
It's not there and you don’t know why.

One is a prime number and two is an even,
Together is greater and thats a reason.

Time stands still, slumber won’t come.
Nowhere to run.

Everything you can’t see isn’t quite enough,
God ****** its tough.

Morning comes eventually to those who wait,
Not everything is left to fate.

A deed done isn’t gone until your heart makes it so,
Even when you just want it to ******* go.

Theres always hope and Like a rock I’ll be here,
Weathering this rain and waiting for you to shine dear.
Please don’t forget, all my love is yours to get.