Hard Truth

They say most men would rather deny a hard truth than to face it.
but this, this is how I face mine
with the tip of my pen
and a book full of rythmes
gluing my heart back together
it's been broken too many times

I haven't pitched a perfect game
I've tripped on my actions
and I've misspoke her name.
I've ripped out some petals
now my head bows in shame.

This is not our fist rodeo
this is not the first time.
but her lips are my jail
and my love is my crime.

but this feeling can't be denied.
my brain is her slave and my heart is all tied.
I throw caution to the air
and swallow my own pride
cause her lips are my master
and her eyes are my guide.

but in this fight, I'm ready to die
to bleed like her hair and bow to her cry
to stab my concerns, to make myself fly.
cause I'm not giving up
am not saying goodbye.

I wanna be your get away
your Saturday morning
your non-working day
the cold on your December
and the warmth of your may.
sorry I cant stop loving you
but I can't walk away
Armando Samuels
Tuesday, February 5, 2013

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