I have loved both fair and brown, and surely white
All hot as Georgia asphalt on a hot summers day.
And I towed the line forever so blind in thought.
Thinking, they owed me something because of love.
Folks can't give what they aren't capable of giving.
So why should I hang my head in sadness ?
I too gave the best I could but things didn't last.
No sad songs shall I play yet still I might cry.
Just to filter my misery and heal male pride.
I can always change my number, and do whatever
It takes, to forget those I had to leave behind.
Folks can't give what they aren't capable of giving.
I can think about what part I played in this thing.
Perhaps I made an unconscious trip down memory lane.
So why should I hang my head in sadness ?
Today I don't make the same mistakes, I am cautious
And I watch, remember and jot down in memory everything.
Thus far the honeymoon hasn't gotten the better of me.
Friday, June 17, 2011
5/7/11
Posted by Carlus Wilmot at 8:53 PM
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2 comments:
Like this. People can only give the best they have to give. So very true. Nice write, Carlus.
This piece was so very touching. Great job my friend!
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