How Much You Meant to me By Lawrence Young
The following is an amazing piece of work by an incredible man who I feel should teach classes or something on courting women, but that’s just me. I would love to get feedback and opinions on this piece!
How Much You Meant To Me
I want you to stop being so Beautiful so I can stop being a fool . . .
'Cause we both know that's the only errand I can run
While I'm chasing you in this love sick daze
Making that mad dash to make you mine
Though it seems like every time
I get close you push back the finish line
But that's okay . . . I'll keep running
You see, I know it pays to be a gentleman
But it's hard to be gentle when
The only time I hear from you is every now and then
I've already picked flowers and plucked petals to see if you love me
Now all I do is pull weeds as I pass by
You love me not . . . you love me not . . . you love me not
Until my hands bleed and until I concede to the fact that . . . you love me not
If I called every time I wanted to talk to you
Whenever you picked up your phone I'd be on the other end saying "hello"
That's how much you meant to me
Which means little in the grand scheme of things apparently
Or else you'd be here next to me
Instead of me standing here alone for the world to see
Reciting poetry
Hopefully the next man won't care so deeply
And please believe me when I tell you, you were the apple of my eye
Metamorphosize in to the forbidden fruit hanging from the tree of knowledge of
love and heartbreak . . . happiness and heartache . . . completeness
And an emptiness not capable of being captured in words so I choose not to speak on it
What do you want from me?
All I want to know now is what do you want from me?
Cause even now it's but only a word and it's done
I think you're the one
That's why I want you to stop being so sensual so I can sate my need for your presence
All I wanted was to bathe in your essence
But you pulled the plug before I even got a toe in the tub
Did I only have time for a shower?
Our well being, being the only thing I was seeing
It's the tunnel vision of love
Which may explain why we failed to see eye to eye
I putting in mad work you putting in mad flirt
But failing to follow through which left me to do what?
I will give you this much . . . you appreciated every gesture
But instead of me being your king I became more your jester
Amusement tonight my queen?
Or maybe I am the king, the king of fools
To be used for sacrifice at festivals end
If I came by every time I wanted to see you
Whenever you opened your door I'd be standing there on you welcome mat saying "hello"
That's how much you meant to me
But it wasn't meant to be so I'll be going now
How sweet it could have been
And my pen can't capture my disappointment
And my words won't express how deep my feeling run
And there I go again chasing you in what I thought would have been a sprint
But turned out to be a marathon
I went the distance and you became distant
I went the extra mile while your mind was a mile away
You asked for an inch and I begged you to take a yard and instead you took your smile away
Why'd you take your smile away?
That's why I want you to stop being you so I'll want you no longer
Cause I hunger for you like a child hunger for food in a starving African nation
Hungry . . . like a rap cat looking for a deal
Hungry . . . like a stray cat looking for a meal
Hungry . . . like a power monger on Capital Hill
It was far too easy for you to say that you knew how I feel
As I starved myself for affection hoping you had the intention
To sustain me as only you could
And I see now that you are someone that I will never have
And I laugh at the concept of you and I becoming "us"
As much as I wanted it, as much as you flaunted it
As much as we would honor it if it ever came to pass
I laugh because if I didn't . . . I may have to shed a tear
Even now my heart drops every time I pass your street because I can't even speak on the rocky road that may lay ahead
Instead I can only speak on the road not taken
And I know it's your loss
But I can't help but feel that somehow it's my loss too
Because in another place and in another time we could have had something so beautiful
If you were with me every time I wanted you
Whenever I looked next to me you'd be there . . . hello
That's just how much you meant to me
~Lawrence Young
Comments
MY BOY LARRY!!! Patience young man. She's a dime a dozen and you are one in a million.
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