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Lives like mine are spent amongst a troubling kind of sin,
existing always questioning if it's my time to win,
I've played this game before; it seems like all I do is lose,
the fact that I can't love you constituting true abuse.
To keep it real it hurts; a dull and numbing sort of pain,
my player days are gone but score a victory for the game,
it may seem like I'm rambling so I dare to clarify,
my love for you's giraffe vagina; there and very high.
Please understand I hold no anger for you in my heart,
I just can't play this game no more; it's dangerous to start,
you have your dude it's cool and I respect that by and by,
I've walked these Holland streets with you for the entire time,
I've been here; since the plane took off; which means the very start,
you've nestled in my mind to occupy my every thought,
I've tried to blow your image out with marijuana smoke,
the optimistic side of me is there and wants to hope,
but then that side got walloped by what's called reality,
I stand no chance to have you and that's all it has to be,
I stand no chance to love you in a way that you deserve,
the realization's killed my spirit; you could say it's purged.
I'll think about you always but it's time to take a ride,
I guess that what I'm saying is I have to say goodbye,
I love you way too much to witness you with other cats,
the thought of that just beats me down; a million rubber bats.
I hope that you're not angry but it's best to just depart,
you love someone, you let 'em go; the rest is in the stars,
I thank you for the feelings you've inspired next to all,
of my many emotions still, I must protect my heart.
©2017
The Cunning Linguist
