i'm sleepy and tired, been working all night
but couldn't go to bed without trying to write
my mind is all jumbled, nothing flowing just right
but still, here i am, in the dark of the night
the house is all quiet, no sound can be found
except the whir in my mind as thoughts move around
trying to put themselves on this page properly
not aware that i'm tired, they are alone without me
so if they don't sound too clear or too sane
please know i'm asleep and it's my thoughts that remain
they've been patiently waiting for me to begin
to allow them to express what i hold deep within
no more are they waiting for me to catch up
they told me, "go to bed," they'd do the poetry instead
so please know ... this is not Destee you're reading
but rather her thoughts that weren't ready for sleeping
thoughts of you and your love, your patience and wit
how we'd love to get with you, but she's scared to admit
she's often too cautious, too much thinking we say
always carefully choosing the words to display
don't get us wrong, she's all right in a crunch
but dang, can't a thought get their groove on just once!
not with Destee, the Sista just be holding it in
always thinking that she may see this text once again
so glad that she took her black booty to bed
now we can tell what we've been thinking instead ...
... well ... maybe we shouldn't ... after all we must live
with this woman, for life, in the body that gives
us room to be free to think as we do
even if we can't share our whole selves with you
just know that we love you and miss you so much
wanting to tell you of sweet fantasies we've touched
and tasted and smelled till she tells us ... shut up!
uh oh ... we think we hear her trying to dream
of a big strong black king and what it would mean
to actually have one of these of her own
to cherish and keep, sharing the throne
yes she is dreaming and she needs us for that
Destee's thoughts say goodnight and thanks for the chat
but couldn't go to bed without trying to write
my mind is all jumbled, nothing flowing just right
but still, here i am, in the dark of the night
the house is all quiet, no sound can be found
except the whir in my mind as thoughts move around
trying to put themselves on this page properly
not aware that i'm tired, they are alone without me
so if they don't sound too clear or too sane
please know i'm asleep and it's my thoughts that remain
they've been patiently waiting for me to begin
to allow them to express what i hold deep within
no more are they waiting for me to catch up
they told me, "go to bed," they'd do the poetry instead
so please know ... this is not Destee you're reading
but rather her thoughts that weren't ready for sleeping
thoughts of you and your love, your patience and wit
how we'd love to get with you, but she's scared to admit
she's often too cautious, too much thinking we say
always carefully choosing the words to display
don't get us wrong, she's all right in a crunch
but dang, can't a thought get their groove on just once!
not with Destee, the Sista just be holding it in
always thinking that she may see this text once again
so glad that she took her black booty to bed
now we can tell what we've been thinking instead ...
... well ... maybe we shouldn't ... after all we must live
with this woman, for life, in the body that gives
us room to be free to think as we do
even if we can't share our whole selves with you
just know that we love you and miss you so much
wanting to tell you of sweet fantasies we've touched
and tasted and smelled till she tells us ... shut up!
uh oh ... we think we hear her trying to dream
of a big strong black king and what it would mean
to actually have one of these of her own
to cherish and keep, sharing the throne
yes she is dreaming and she needs us for that
Destee's thoughts say goodnight and thanks for the chat