Lend me a pen

So I can tell you of how many men almost ruined the predestin of us.

Him and I,

we fussed to much...

He wasn't man enough...

With him I had to act too tough...

That one lied and stuff...

And the last one,

He had a combination of all four,

plus he used to beat me up.

Scars go deeper than the naked eye...

There is no pen or paper that has enough ink or enough trees to compensate for the tears I've cried.

I throw-up emotions because my digestive system doesn't take them well.

And I tell myself that,

this too shall pass.

But I've been notorious for trying to believe my own bullshit in the past.

Truth is,

My star doesn't always shine...

I'm not always doing fine...

And my wounds,

haven't been healed with time.

But just give me some.

Lend me a pen

So I can write love letters of how I love you, baby.

To an infinate amount,

with infiniate amounts,

You are my infinate amount, baby.

My mind makes love to you on continous cloud 9's.

As you become my sunshine during the day

Then my moon at night.

Some star you are that shines so bright.

You look like my galaxy.

And my future is held in your milky way.

Calvary,

It was inevitable for you to save me.

Life opened up into a new just being in the presence of you.

Lend me a pen

So I can tell you thank you for being my change.

You wipe away tears with your naked eye.

Just something I'm working on...

ebstewart, 2006
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