kawambee thomas

Butterflies Are Worth Waiting For…

Love was never an open ended friend that I could trust
It was always an illusion brought on by the deepening of lust
They say you should never base your trust on what lies in the past
But then they also say you should never let it go too fast
Upon first conversation I usually have some introspect
If this is something I want to repeat or one I should neglect
Then there are those special occasions where at first you can not see
That the initial conversation was really never meant to be
It’s never bold and open the demeanor is always so deceptive
And for what so your pocket will no-longer hold a contraceptive
It’s not like one person likes release any less than the other
We all need stress release and would rather do it with another
And then its back to we only want what we can not have
And when we can usually it ends up that we didn’t know the half
I’ve never been the one to let some drama drag on and on
Nor have I been the one to sit alone singing sad love songs
I feel like there are way to many options that the world has to offer
For me to take on some bullshit and seal the beaker with a stopper
I know that somewhere out there what I’m looking for is waiting
So I’m not gonna waste my time with I feel is dissipating

You always know the truth so why get caught up in the lies

Me myself I trust instinct and I’ll wait for butterflies

Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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Comments about Butterflies Are Worth Waiting For… by kawambee thomas

  • Jennelle Deschwanden (11/1/2016 12:34:00 PM)

    Why are you claiming half my book of poetry? Butterflies Suicide Feel me.. More.. were you trying to find me? Or did you just jack Me thinking i never would... ?

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