Are We There Yet?

You got your problems and I got mine

Will we ever get to the point

When we are together

Nothing matters

Everything just declines

In relationships your feelings should always incline

It should heighten your horizons

Heighten your feelings it should never decline

Never want to hurt you

That’s not something that love do

I have all these bottled up feelings

And its just for you

I would like to get to the point

Of no return

Love is a payday I willing to earn  

A mutual understanding is what I am trying to get

Don’t tell me baby

Are we there yet?

Sense Of Purpose

I live to write I must say

Writing to you

Keeps me looking forward

To another day

For your gentle touch

I am left here fiending

One look in your beautiful eyes

Gives my life such meaning

 I twiddle my thumbs

With nothing to do

As I procrastinate my thoughts

Because they are all about you

Always looking to the man upstairs

To perform a miracle

To help me get through

I know he can make that happen

After all, he created you

To help me get through this mayhem

Or should I say circus

I just think of thoughts of you

You give my life a sense of purpose

Love Potion # 9

Being a really good friend
Of Cupid’s in the past
I sometimes wonder
How long this loneliness will last
Love can bring out the beauty in all living things
It can weigh a muscle man down
By tugging on his heart strings
It can also make you feel very light
Like a ballerina as she takes flight
So I talk to my friend Cupid
Angrily, no violent intent
And I said you might have shot me
But I think the arrow bent
And Cupid looked at me,
And he held his neck like he started to choke
With a grin on his face
He reply
I think my arrow broke
And then he said
I do you one better
But this is the last time
And so he brewed up a love potion #9

My Little Butterfly

If you really think about it

Something that is so sweet

Everytime you are in my presence

 You should feel how hard my heart beats

My little butterfly always flies away

You elude my nets

The way you weave and sway

As I sit and think, man I am tired

Maybe my butterfly is not meant to be caught

Just simply to look at and admire

So I admire my beautiful butterfly from afar

Until I can open up a mind

To me and may all her thoughts concerning me stay ajar

Never to be mistaken for a bee

Or even a fly

You are too beautiful for that

And you will always be

My little butterfly