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Steven Dawson Poem
Just like My Daddy
It started a long time ago as a kid, I was still young
Rebelling against the law, back talking adults, but I thought it was still fun
I always thought about changing but I figured why bother
When I did good, it wasn’t noticed, but when I did bad, “ I was just like my father”
That’s what my mother would say, when she got angry
Because she knew that the lack of love at home wouldn’t be enough to sustain
me
My mother’s excuse was” my father was working” but I knew she was lying to me
I was emotionally dying inside, waking up in cold sweats, and crying in my sleep.
With no role model to correct me, all my problems just carried over
Because the same issues I had when I was young just got worse as I got older
I should have known that this must have stemmed from my beginnings
As a result I lack understanding and knowledge on how to treat women
Trying to find out my purpose when I roll life’s dice, and there is no luck again
Rationalizing with the punishing thought that I might have to grow up again
I found out my ex was pregnant, now she is already sending child support bills to
me
I wasn’t taught how to respond to that, so I run, after all the responsibility was
killing me
Now I spend my days on the road having fun and drug using
To escape the thoughts of what my life really is or what my son or daughter is
doing
My mother’s words echo through my mind at night, until the truth grabs me
I find myself crying, because I quit life and responsibility, Just like My Daddy
Stevie D/ Lover Boy
Dedicated to breaking the cycle
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Honey we've been together a few years now, but the truth is
Our love was counterfeit, those hugs and kisses were all useless
You knew I was a good man but I got no respect
I put my all into this relationship and i got nothing left
I even went to God with it but he didn't tell me what I wanted to hear
So it brings me to the point, when I tell you what you always feared
The well of love that ran dry with you I found again
But not with you, her, yes her, I'll stop beating around it then
She provided abundantly with support, when i felt pityful
It was never sexual between us, she managed to tap into my spiritual
I used to reflect back to our good time and soak my pillows with tears
Torment to my heart, to rationalize with throwing away all these years
Why couldn't we work it our is the first thought that comes to mind
But I'll hold back my tears, because my wounds will heal with time
I know this will be hard to take so please listen man
I wake up in the morning, gaze into the mirror, and see a different man
Trust my words, I would never intentionally do anything to hurt your feelings
I tried to work it out ans it seems like my prayer wouldn't go pass the ceiling
It's not fair for me to lead you on, so I won't leave you wondering or something
Honestly there is no longer an us, just you and I, becase there is another woman
Copyright © Steven Dawson | Year Posted 2005
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I could complain about love, kick rocks and sob with ease
Try to make it happen myself but love know how to bob and weave
I have so much love to give, so why can’t I get the love back
I have nobody to comfort me at home and those pillows can’t hug me back
My love is like the gold medal or striking it rich with some oil
Like a ripe apple on a tree, hoping somebody pick me before I spoil
Lets just be friends, you have bad timing, I heard it and I can’t stand it enough
I’m ready to show off my kissing skills, I’ve practiced on my hands enough
I swear I wouldn’t hurt anymore I cupid at least sent one to me
Tell me why am I alone if they say misery loves company
Close my eyes and dream that when I wake up she’ll be right there
But reality hit and I really wake up and the dream becomes a nightmare
I get mad at the fact the first place may not ever be meant for me
To one day have my time in the limelight just may not be meant to be
To laugh at yourself before you lose oh there is no funnier luck
To understand your destiny is second place, to be born a runner up
Stevie D
The honest truth I know
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Flashbacks of pain, heartbreak, and confusion targeted at all directions
Coming from a broken home saturated with various forms of neglection
Prematurely self taught to survive, put our of home at a young age
I never knew a childhood, so I now live with suppressed rage
My heart bleeds for a hug that can make the pain go away
But I wake up to nobody, So I guess the pain has to stay
I used to dream of hearing "thats my boy" from a father thats proud
Pretending I had parents there cheering me on when I looked at a crowd
Use my friends for crutches and life and someone to live it through
Made a many of Valentine cards but had nobody to give it to
Endured many years of people telling me that I won't go far
I love the dark because the light shows things just the way they are
Due to many tragic episodes my heart has been made numb to trust
Thats why I keep to myself, cry rarely and don't speak too much
This isn't a cry out for help,just a diary of struggles through my strives and tries
This just a vivid picture of me and life through my eyes
Stevie D/ Harlem
Dedicated to the adopted
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Letter to Cupid
I got a few things to tell so just listen please
Cupid you hit all of your targets, so why you missing me
It’s like you can’t see me, so let me make myself visible
Casue without your presence my life has been miserable
Anticipating your arrow enough to where I’m ready to fight now
I feel I have the total package, Mr. Right looking for Mrs. Right, right now
Too much love inside to give to be living my life on my own
Even God put Eve here so Adam wouldn’t spend his nights alone
I always send you these love requests but all you do is decline
Like I’m better off alone, as if I don’t deserve a Valentine
I’m a good man but finding a good woman is just to hard
Be honest with me, is true love even In my deck of cards
My feeling is getting desperate, to the point where I live or die with it
Cupid I’m willing to take your arrow and commit suicide with it
All I need is one favor from you and I’ll be just fine
Just maybe you could shoot your arrow at me the next time
Stevie D/ Love Master
Dedicated to Soul mate searching
Copyright © Steven Dawson | Year Posted 2008
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