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Just Listen Will You

I keep trying to tell you; But you’re just not listening. I tell you time is running out; And you tell me you’re just taking care of business. What I’m doing right now; This isn’t forever (you say); And I know what you’re saying is; Don’t worry I’ll be back. No woman, that’s an incorrect assumption; Just like the spring, love is about to bloom all over; Real soon it might be in full bloom; And so woman there won’t be nothing left to come back to. In our last conversation what was it I said? I told you I might be gone soon didn’t I? You said I wish you wouldn’t, thinking I meant I was moving. Moving on sweetie pie and what did you expect no one would want me? Digest this old friend; she’s everything you never were and more; She seems more than I ever hoped I could have or dreamed of. And get this honey; God is the arranger, the producer and director. If she and I ever become “we” you can bet I won’t be looking back. It had to happen eventually you know; What is this the third or fourth time? How many times you think God was going to let you hurt me? I’m trying to tell you something; will you please listen. I know none of this will cause you any mind; You’ll continue on with him because you think you need him. Remember I never have asked you to come back though have I? I’ve been asking you to rid yourself of that obligation you are under. Time my love; do you remember about it? You have to see if things will withstand the test of time. Well I’m tired of trying to tell you; I guess it’s time for you to live in and pay for your own mistakes. The crazy thing is I know you’re relying on that weak spot I have for you. But you can’t touch me this time; I got God on my side. I don’t bust any of my moves or display my charming ways; I’m running on faith; And it’s so good; I got you to thank for that, now isn’t life ironic? Maybe you need to learn to sing the blues; You have no ace in the hole and no back up. You that likes to call yourself being miss independent. You let it all ride on one untested man; shame –shame.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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