The Truth of it
K.Caliber
I never wanted the perfect woman
I just want our mental puzzle pieces
To make the perfect imperfect picture
I'm a geek an abstract thinker
I just need her mental to be her most abstract feature
No makeup natural hair scars both emotional and physical
To me she's a beautiful creature
Her emotional paper cuts still bleed She needs to be put back together
I just want to be the super glue
She'll be my queen, my princess but never be my boo
I mean how could I boo the beautiful substance of you
She'll complain that we never go anywhere and I'll smirk like girl
Your presence is present I'm too selfish to share with this world
So I'd rather stay in yours
Behind our heart's closed doors
Where I can get drunk off your kiss, High off your hugs, lost in your eyes
But as of now I live in place where that type of a love is all lies
Screaming up to God like can you hear me
You blessed me with the talent to be poetry's Joe Budden, please just give me my Tahiry
Wow This took a turn for the worse
Let me give this a rest
Wrote this on my phone
I even got Siri depressed
*** that.. how can I digress
If finding love is life's test
Then I've failed this class so many times I should be left lifeless
I prolly got exxes reading this Like how could he write this
I mean he loved me and I loved he
Wait.. stop.. the minute you stated you loved me was the minute you lied to me
cuz you never loved ME you loved the idea of Keith
Didn’t want me for who I was but only for who YOU wanted me to be
So we'll see which one you miss when I no longer breathe
Stay tuned for the suicide note I leave on the seat