Written August 15, 2006
I'm tired of giving
I'm tired of living
That life untold
In the snow out cold
This is not my diary
I need more privacy
I'm tired of giving
All I have for a nigga
I'm tired of sitting
Praying, thinking and wishing
That I could be his only
His only girl
His whole world
His only wife
Would give his own life
His soulmate
With whom he can
Trust and confide in
Be a part of me within
Even when he's far away
Staying up late
Knowing we have to get up early
Never worrying about nothing
Or a girl calling his cell named Shirley
He'll be all I want
And I'll be all he has
All he wants all he needs in his grasp
Beautiful unconditional love
Sent especially to me from the heavens above.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
