I Have Good News and Sad News
YOU ARE TOO GOOD FOR ME SO SET YOURSELF FREE
You ask me why?
Because sometimes the world makes me cry
You ask me how?
I don’t how I’ve lived until now
But this much is true
Perhaps it was to meet someone like YOU
I've long been saying “I’m looking for a woman who can bring the best out in me”
And I know that could be difficult and/or impossible for you to be
You ask me if I care
I care beyond caring because in my life a person like you is so very rare
I can’t tell you why when we talk it’s so easy for words to slip off my tongue
Because expressing myself verbally has always been an effort since I’m far too young
Notes, letters, all things that led to poetry, they were my voice
And it was if I had no other choice
After all I have survived I’m still here despite the lion inside
And the multitude of times I’ve tried
Only to discover another good opportunity has died
I tried to fit in, to rise and shine and bless another day
Instead I wish I could just fade away
Living through times of desperation
And existing in a society that grants me nothing more or less than aggravation
People say things like “I come with a lot of baggage” and I know what they mean
Because I’ve been filling my luggage since I was a teen
Strolling the streets in search of relaxation
And instead being hampered by mis-information
There’s a lion inside of me and that makes my life feel like a circus or game
And when I write words it’s never for fortune or fame
Perhaps I just want people to remember my name
When I’m long gone I’d like for people to say he was a good and honest soul
Instead, in reality, I am a man who all to often has to have a heart black as coal
So sweep up the litter and the glitter from the circus tent
Because happiness and peace is something I can’t own but only rent
While the heartache and guilt might never cease
Because ease is something I cannot buy but can only lease
It seems when you ask me questions trust gives you the answer to your query
Another question that leaves me lonely and leery
So if you want to know what I’m trying to say
Is maybe it’s best for you to just up and run away
I’m not happy, it hurts to smile, and I am a transient troubled and hampered by living
And you are so sweet, soulful and giving
The bottom line is maybe I don’t fit in your life and would only wear out your concern
So perhaps it’s best for you to walk away and watch the circus tent burn
You’re much too good for me ~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
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