Black Poetry : Stormy Love...

4EVERLUV

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All I wanted was to love you and fill your world with happiness.
And try to be the best, woman I could be to you.

How can you give your love then just take it back?
Did you think my feelings were not true?
Did you think not having you in my life,
Would not make me sad and blue?

How can you give me so much joy,
then bring me so much pain?
I didn’t want trinkets or material things.
Just the happy smiles you put on my face.

My soul is bleeding inside,
I just want to go somewhere and hide.
Until the hurt and pain goes away.

It’s more than a notion, just to get through each day.
The nights are even worst,
because when I roll over in bed,
You are not by my side.

I tried to let go, but my heart has you locked in.
Holding on to the love that I never tried to hide.

Baby, can you tell me, how to mend a broken heart?
How do you expect me to just make a new start, without YOU.
When every thought my mind reflects is of you.
Memories too precious to forget, memories I won’t forget.

I’m sure you did not mean to inflict this pain on my heart.
Why could you not have faith in the beautiful love that YOU help start?

If only you would believe in this love we share.
TOGETHER we could have weathered
any storm that ever came our way.

Now, here I’m left hurt and alone not able to see the bright of day.
I want to be mad at you for this aching in my heart,
but because of how much I love you, I don’t even know how to start.

I keep thinking with each passing day,
that you will come and make it all o.k.
Baby, after every storm comes sunny skies,
So, I am still waiting to see my sunshine.
 

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