The Gravity of Regret and Love
Entering the belly of the beast, feeling weightless, floating on precision
Is it a dream or a taste of reality
Opening the door to obtain the answers long awaited
Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust saddling up for life’s journey
What lies lurk beneath a hoping heart
Digging a grave, I’ve made my mess give me the best wishes
I know I was wrong to let her go
With no persistence she slipped through my fingers
It’s hard to accept my mistakes
A need for love hit with a ten ton hammer
Baby could you remember the better part of me
I need to change my approach going air born
Maximize my reach outward, no fear of being torn apart or retreat
Terror, a fear of no longer being relevant in her eyes
I know what I must do, Strutting on the astral plains
Contacting the infatuation I used to know
Gravity of past failures weighing down my world in tow
I want to know the passion of sleeping with her tonight
But there are numbered uncertainties
Attraction limits, shunning who I can’t be
Sorry I can’t just leave it alone
Spilling all my inner thoughts on the floor
Do you picture me as an annoying entity
I want are lives to be one, colliding up to the great beyond
There are many possibilities. I am yours if you would have me
My nightmares drown thinking of you, having you on a pedestal
Every man has a point where he must give the devotion of the feminine beauty he holds dear, regardless of the pressure of complicated matters close to the heart defining who he could be
I understand who I’ve become, it’s unmistakable
A love-sick romance sick of being on holiday
While a woman has stolen focus
Locked in a tunnel vision moving in perpetual motion
Carving out lustful wounds wide open
Copyright © Marqese Dabbs | Year Posted 2017
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