Black Poetry : Still Looking for Phyllis

[Heartbeat]

All Phyllis needed was a friend who was a man
A loving man
Her loverman

Tall like her
Eye to eye
Tear to tear
A man to keep her demons at bay
Just someone to love her
Live the passions of her songs
Take away the pressure

Had I only met her before the end
I would have loved to love her
So I did

In elementary script and keyboard magic
I loved her with all I am
It was all about her
She started my ink boiling
It overflowed with each song I'd hear

Daily tributes to a woman in need
Happy with myself
For giving of myself
It's the only way to be
Phyllis understood
I know she loved me

Somewhere out there Phyllis sings
She turns constantly
Hoping her words find me in the heated wind
She knows I still look for her
Still wanting to love her
I'll always look for Phyllis
Reciever of my written love
The love I blindly give
I'm still loking for Phyllis
Somewhere out there she lives

BE

 

[alyce]

there is nothing

elementary about love scribes from the heart. And nothing more beautiful than the honor of being the reason for someone's heartfelt rhyme.

I'm certain Phyllis hears the muted echoes of her forever loverman.

Excellent peace, BE

a

 

[ShadeeLadee]

Mr. Beat

you never disappoint. This is real!!

SWT

 

[LISTERSCRIBIN']

be, this is a very nicely written piece on ms. hyman. i don't think she realized what a great lady she was, be. i like her music, alot myself. thanks, for sharin' this piece wit us.

 

[$$RICH$$]

WOW!

WHAT U DISPLAYED HERE IS MASTERFUL
MAD SKILLZ BE.........MR. POET