Keith Hardeman

Rookie (June 7,1982 / Fort Worth, Texas)

Not The Type Of Brother To Lie - Poem by Keith Hardeman

Im not the type brother to lie and heres why, I have sit up in the bedroom and winced as I seen her cry.... wondered why. How could I be so heart broken distain for this world of malice. Incredible how you find yourself when there world presents a challenge. I don't claim to be the best but better then the rest inherited genius from lifes cruel test. Indulge me.....hold me, at the very least console me. I may not be your lover but a friend I can be.And when we find whats right, then see we'd be something special like a new age Bobby and Whitney exclude the crack. See I be just sitting here thinking so the world revolves around me I play something sweet, like a Luther Vandross melody. And from the sweet tunes of loves eliquently embodying embrace we may find ourselves under the stars the moon in that special place. Hesitate! ! ! wait my heart starts to stutter such a beautiful woman and she can't find a brother, a other, just someone to call her on. Well for this special moment. JUST SAY THAT YOU HOME.

Sometimes I just like to write.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008



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