true love

[good thing I wrote this on a toilet paper. Wasn’t a total loss. For what its worth, I meant every word.]

You ask me if I’ve ever seen it
- love of a true kind,
The kind we all read about,
but could never really find.
I tell you I haven’t seen it.
But wouldn’t mind if I do.
Call me crazy but I’ve got a feeling,
You wouldn’t mind much too.

You say that it don’t exist.
You say it cannot be.
But all the time you long for it,
And you want it all for free.
You keep on taking as it comes.
Then you take some more,
And when you are asked to give a li'l,
You’ll believe in it no more.

           Aint nobody gonna clip my wings
           Aint nobody gonna take my space
           Aint nobody gonna slow me down
           Aint nobody gonna cost me a race.

Then you’d bitch about how they all done you wrong,
and love walked out the door.

You want it to be ‘perfect’, - ‘Perfect’ as in easy.
Like things’d just happen right, life will just be breezy.
You want to cash in on the divine lottery one time
and bank on it for life.
Ridiculous. Don’t you think?

Here’s a thought -

Nature may give you crops
but a farmer's still gotta work the fields.
Eyes may show you the colors
but the artist must toil to bring ‘em together on a masterpiece
The mind may know a million words
but you gotta put in a pice of you soul to weave a good poem.
What makes you think love will be cheaper?

If only you’d open your heart
as easily as you spread your thighs…