She always had an opinion
About the men she choose to entertain.
For her I’m one in a million
In her diary, I fit the description.
However; she can’t help but continue to
Run back to the villain who caused her pain
Because that’s the only man she’ll listen to.
She’s well educated, sophisticated, & independent
Yet, highly brilliant in being ignorant in choices.
A slave to her own prison
Who knows no boundaries to the poor decisions
Being made or how it’ll affect her condition.
Causing separation from soul to flesh or
Flesh to soul that’ll keep her head spinning
Minute after minute.
Eventually, those diary standards will vanish.
She will lose sight in that vision.
And that man [who’s me] will be re-wrapped
Like a gift, given to a new woman
Who will treat me like I’m her one in a million.
Blue Dreams
