It's the not knowing that kills you
It's the thought of parting that kills me,
the uncertainty is just a rose on the coffin
a little extra weight ensuring I can't throw
open the lid.
Open my eyes.
I see you now, see my shortcomings
But can't I overcome them?
It's nice to think so. Hope so. Believe.
So many words for "not sure"
One word is the one I want to hear, "love"
But only in context. Loving me is the occupation
I wish for you.
You are my life's work, please continue your
I know no other way to go.
J. Eutaw Sharpton Jan. 28th, 2010