Sometimes we have to make a choice. This poem was a result of one of my own. |
Today I decided to end it To set myself free Because like my girl Fantasia said “If you don want me then don’t talk to me.” I guess I’m afraid of getting hurt And caught up at the same time Like getting pulled over on the road to life And being force to walk the line Right now, I’m at a standstill Because I’m searching for the road to choose To see what path to take In the direction pf what I want to do Everything that I write always ends in rhyme I’m thinking maybe its inspiration Or maybe just my mind I keep saying I know what I want He is what I know so he is what I want Then why am I constantly going back and forth Saying, No! Lisa don’t I’m young so I get lust confuse with love And love confuse with lust I’m still trying to figure out why When it’s outside they call it dirt, inside dust So at the end of the day I choose everything over us And like that another relationship is ruin Like when water touches metal and it rust No lie I thought of you as a good person And somehow I still do If ever I had to do it over I would definitely pick you I’m going to miss everything about you From your hair down to your jeans Cherish every month we spent together From February to April and the months in between I’ll still think about you Especially when I hear a certain song I’ll never let another call me, “Lil’ One” Because that is who I was to you And what you did for me I don’t think another could do I know you’ll move on and forget about me You will go on to someone new And another female will love my nigga So I can’t help but wonder who? A part of me will be jealous Because you once belong to me And it’s my own fault because I chose to end it Today and set myself free I was afraid of getting hurt And caught up at the same time So I chose to end it Especially in rhyme. |