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Lonely Soldier

When I was a young boy
They always told me
I would understand love
When I get a lil older
I leave everyone I love
So you wonder y
I call my self a lonely soldier
She hugs me firmly
With her head on my left
Shoulder
Cuz that’s the only place
I can bare to with hold her see
That’s what I told her
Speaking about the beauty
In the eyes of my beholder
As she cries on my shoulder
She explains to me she has
Issues
Talking bout
“ why do us people have trust issues”
And right then in there my mind went running back like a running back running
Just to pay a monthly tuition
All because
His father can’t stop whipping up in the kitchen
And he wonders y the police
Ask him sir may I
Stop and frisk u
As if he got the same issues?
Now we talking Hood issues
But anyways back to my
Baby-girl
They always told me I would understand
When I get a lil older
But my heart is the cage
Of this lonely soldier
So when we talk over the phone
There ain’t no issues
That can’t be solve over a box of tissues
Tears flooding down her eyes
As she cries
Telling me that I told her some lies
all because she can’t trust me
While I’m in sunny California
And one night when she called crying
And I couldn’t get home to
console her
Even tho it wasn’t no game shit
It felt like it was sum lame shit I told her
Just because I couldn’t b right there be side
Her all because she had
A nightmare
Of me being buried 6ix
Feet under
So she sits there
Wit all of her time
Tryna escape the pain
That’s stuck In her mind
Which breaks the Heart of a lover so
And
I know She doesn’t understand
How I could sit there
In her face telling her
I love her so
And I know she don’t see why
We have to live in different places
And why we can’t see
Each other’s faces
On a daily Consistent basis
And it hurts me when I have to tell her
I gotta
catch a flight
In the evening
So just imagine
What’s it like to b with her
And don’t get it twisted
I’m an asshole
Cuz sometimes I just fuck up
And leave her
But shit now you see
Why I write stories
Flowing thru out my wonderful
Poetry
So I’m gon suck it up
And find a way to pull thru
See for my girl at home
It Ain’t nothing
I won’t go thru

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