TO MY BELOVETH....

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I've tried to not show how broken this left me
how scarred it made me feel and naked for all to see
i said i wouldn't write a thing, wouldn't give anyone the edge
wouldn't fret, wouldn't shed a tear but you don't fall and smile so easily
been counting my blessings so long but today i write to the ones i lost
to the ones i miss and the ones i wish were never gone
to the love i never kept or the ones that were stolen from me
lost so much that i started getting use to the idea of not keeping any at heart
but what's mine is mine and when it's lost it hurts
fact is fact, can't shove it off, ain't no simple switch to just turn off
I've told my story so many times but always forced to live this part out
be the bigger man and not show it, what the heck, ain't i the only one in my head
they talk, they talk and I'm forced to hear, how does one go thought deaf?
been getting robbed from every side like a massage parlor
now everyone wanna have their go of what's left to take
to em' people who owed and bragged and those who broke in and took
to em' church folks who used us and disposed and then say; do it again
to em' friends who just wait and say to themselves, he's so coming back down
to em' robbers who enjoy giving massages and touching body part that ain't theirs
you messed with me so amma let karma have you for now
so keep my beloveth you took and use it well.
i hope she serves you the way she did me.
this one's for you lappy girl, you're still my beloveth
and i miss you dreadfully.

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