The love of a woman.

The love of a woman.

What do I do when I have lost the love for a woman.
Her smell, her touch, her taste.
Her smile, her laugh, her cry.
Her ways, her anger, her happy.
What the hell do I do when I have lost the love of a woman.
Woman who is so beautiful.
So pure.
So Lovable.
Soft, proud and comforting.
The love of a woman.
I have let it slip.
Let it fall.
I forget the importance of it.
Forget what it makes me feel.
Lost in a love for myself.
Lost in my own confusion.
This thing called love.
That can save me from death of myself.
This thing called woman.
Lost it because I let it lose me.
Just like many other niggaz.
Took it for granted.
Damn that stuff that kept me going.
And on and on I had kept going.
Until my gas was gone.
No more fuel equals no more me.
So now I walk until I find 93 premium type.
These legs are tired and I'm ready to ride.
It was fun at first yes.
But every man needs a woman.
Bread to my butter and blood to my veins, she is.
Begging god to show me what my heart desires.
Day in and day out.
I cry out for fear of losing out completely.
The love for a woman makes a man strong, love without a woman makes a man wrong.
And then these desires and urges that are all wrong.
All fucked up and mixed up and shitty.
Love is not sex, love is not lust.
Love is not like, and love is no test.
My wounds are deep. They hurt so bad.
But i feel her soul. I know its there.
Who ever she is my lovely lady.
She will make me insane, yet I dont feel crazy.
She will make me want to cry, but ill smile all the time.
She will bandage my hurt. Heal my scars.
Man, I think god for the love of a woman.
I am nothing but a man.
She is nothing but a woman.
Together we are more than what really is.
When I find the love of a woman.

by TalmadgeB3
posted on 04/01/2008