Search For Her Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

My Soul's a Grand Canyon
Half-filled with tears for water
tears from another woman's daughter
expensive tears that I bought her
couldn't afford the cheaper teardrops
for fear she may just love me not
the garden of eden cannot be found
playing love games, I tore it down
she loves me, she loves me not
Whoa, where did all the pretty flowers go
I checked under trees, and behind mountains
nowhere could I find my true love
I saw no hope then I opened my eyes
I was given sight to see into minds
Picture me running up n down streets
stopping random women, interpreting their speech
Lord knows how much I need her
I think I seen her before & scared her off
because she too was a mindreader
Sitting back pondering my next of steps
I daze of into a type of retrogress...

When we were young I lost her
I put her missing persons flyer on the side of my lemonade stand
I remember I left to find her on a hot day
maybe she was thirsty and stopped by for my lemonade
I turned around and went back
all my lemonade had been jacked
but I wasn't too focused on that
I had to get my baby back..
Back to the future
I'm no Michael J. Fox
But Damn I need the Doc

I come to a town
hella dumb dumbs around
but when I hear her speak
my jaw hits the ground
I swear this is her
her picture never left me
I'm scared this is her
did she forget me?
stand at attention quickly
no military backround
if she can't be with me
whoever shes with shall get smacked down
I've came to far to back down
I'm talking to myself now
like
GO TALK TO HER
and when I did.......