The whole world with some kids in it and the double deck home, picket fence with the clothing line with sheets pinned to it, doctorate in something financially secure just to secure your sense of security… that’s just the superficial!
Officially she only wanted me but I came complete with baggage and frequent flyer weeks, selfish in the flesh and lacking the complete comprehension of loyal-T.
I’ve got tea bags and brains and she just deserves royal-T.
This is the part that writers call “soliloquy.”
It’s important to understand that it’s not impossible to wed, impregnate and confide in someone but still give so little… me.
Trying to find my God shovel to plant this seed worthy of being rooted in… HE.
Because without divine intervention like Jesus hands on the wheel this love is more like obituar-y!
I’m so bad for you like ruined your life and stressed the rags on you.
You just wanna smile, I just wanna give time and possibly bless the tags on you.
Treat you with more respect than meat, do more than grab on you.
Go gambit with our daughter, gambling over who should have the bigger half of you!
Deliver speeches at the symposiums, key notes, I can brag on you.
How the Lord made me from HIM and you from me then put you in front of my reach,
I got proverbs that grow something strong like you, preach!
Hope the natural flavors of love don’t fade with juice, peach.
Impeached the constant variable in attempt to make romance the constant constable.
But with all my good, great, greater than wishful intentions I seem to only bring bad for you.