Wrong Turns
Looking for a heart but just cannot find,
I think I have lost it while trying to be affectionate and kind.
Now I am leading myself and others to stray,
Now my love is dirty as wet muddy clay.
In simple words they call me a galis or a player,
But deep down inside I am a lost child waiting for him to answer my prayer.
Did not want to hurt, did not want to become this bad lover maker,
Now all is lost, no trust to earn because I am a heart breaker.
I walk around now looking for a new heart to dice,
My brain starts to beat because this doing is not nice.
Today I might make her happy, but few days ago I made she cried,
Please don’t think I am wicked! I want to stop! I just have not tried.
You can give me fun, even happiness and bliss,
I might destroy your heart at my will with my poisonous kiss.
Is there a kiss that can give me the glue?
That kiss which is breathe taking, a kiss that is true.
Once that love is found it might provide that special healing,
And also cause me to love again and have real feelings.
Copyright © Jameel Trowers | Year Posted 2013
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