She Was the Sicissors and I'M the Glue
Lotsa feeling coming back like in my lost poem ‘Brand New’
Staying up late looking on the streets way past curfew
Oh all the sympathy I’d get if you even had a clue.
But I’ll keep it between me and god as I’m praying in this pew
Maybe talking would help but I doubt your going through this too.
Ever been so in love your ready to say, “I Do”
Just to find out that person doesn’t really love you
Heart and mind melt while your soul turns to goo
He still wants his old girl even though he said they were through.
Starting to see in black and white colors losing hew.
Thought he’d be better with something better and new.
Got me feeling all alone like a tiger locked up in the zoo.
Still together and wanting to stay too
Just not sure where this relationship is going to go to
Do you love her?
Or do you love me to?
Will I ever be your one and only?
Like you are mine/
Or are you getting my hope up to high to
Ever float down.
I wanna be your number one
Not your number two
Especially to the one who
Means absolutely everything
To me.
My world. My sunshine.
The one I don’t ever want to lose.
Seems like I’m in crazy competition with the past
Baby here I am trying to make us last.
I’ll hold you.
Protect you.
Wipe your eyes too.
We can be apart of the few
Who
Got that real and true love.
Stick together when it’s the same old nothing no longer new
Stick together no matter what we’re going through.
She’s your first love, and that’s okay.
I’ll understand if you’ll always love her too.
But please make me your number one.
I’m sick of being your number two.
In a blink of an eye all these thoughts race through
My heart mind and soul all now in a yucky goo
But maybe my goo
Can be your glue
Fit together all the broken pieces doing whatever I can for you.
So I’ll keep it o myself, my pen, and my paper.
Because I don’t wanna start this fight again tonight
Just stay close and hold me tight.
While I’m
Hoping
Wishing
Praying
I’m what’s right for you
And you’re what’s right for me too
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