y
is it that when i was with u...i didn't want to be with u
but now that i left u...no matter what i do...i remain blu
y
is it that i remember all the little things
when b4 i got the feeling i was just your bling
someone to show off 2 your friends
a nice guy who might someday buy you a ring
when b4 you chose to hang with women beaters and cheaters
catz that always carried heaterz
y
am i still attracted to your features
and how u treated me...
like i was the last man on earth and u really needed me...
y
do i miss all the guys jockin
when we went out and u wore the black boots and black stockins
haterz were always mockin and steadily clockin
y
do you stay on my mind more then my current gurl
i see her everyday...but really wish u were still in my world
u weren't my type at first...so why are you now a pearl?
y
do i go to sleep still needing to feel u next to me
y
do i miss the look in your eyes when i did my poetry
y
do i always seem to miss the train to being happy
y
do my choices in women turn out crappy...
someone really needs to slap me
or at least tap me
on my shoulder...and tell me
brotha man...deciede what u want from ur women
because your not getting younger...only older
and the days of summer are fleeting...with the days getting shorter
and the nights getting colder....