Forgotten poem

She makes me mad,
an expression I don't wear easily,
sometimes sad,
one too that doesn't come freely,
I wonder,
is she really the woman for me?
are we too different,too apart for a mutual balance to be,
I think I love her,
wouldn't mind one day being her daughter's mother,
with the sometimes bad comes good,
for the most part she keeps a smile on my face,
don't want to loose her,
but we must know each others pace,
must have communication,
there's no need to compete in the race of love without it cuz it's key,
she means a lot to me,
maybe too much,
cuz i'll admit,
I'ma bit,
of a sucker for love,
but don't think cuz i love,that easily I'll become a chump,
never that,
i may love but i easily cut people out of my life,
can easily do so despite the fact that i may have one day saw them as a potential wife,
I don't like drama,
don't do games,
just be as honest as possible,
I'm loyal as a muthafucker so respect me if I follow your lead,
please believe it's not an easy chair for me to take a seat,
I've learned from experience that always I have to do what's best for me,
I'm a natural nurturer,
by default That's I......


Though I started writing this randomly,I did have a point...a thought...but lost it,...hmmm...if it comes back,i'll finish this,otherwise it'll just be known as the forgotten poem.


[12/01/08 11:21 AM]