"JUST YOU"
We've been over it again and again That we would be just friends but in the end when I begin to think about love it is always JUST YOU I try to fight and deny but my heart won't comply and friendship just won't apply when the only woman I have ever loved has always been JUST YOU No one can compare or make me aware of these feelings that make me want to share everything I am. JUST YOU Ready for my intimate time At night when its time to unwind supermodels don't come to mind, because all my fantasies are assigned for JUST YOU The emotions I keep inside are hard to hide and eventually will collide with the friendship that I am forced to abide and my love I have for JUST YOU Then what do I do I'm saying... I'm willing and can be your man and stand beside you... never lie to you... confide in you and this is something you already knew but I'm not scared to tell the world I love you Why? Because that is what a real man in love do We've been over it again and again That we would only be just friends But I can't pretend that I don't want that friendship to ascend cause everything I love in encompassed in Just you It has always been JUST YOU It forever will be JUST YOU JUST YOU... By Jerry Bene't Embry
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"I Want You"
By Jerry Benét Embry When we were kids, we used to live right next door to each other Sitting on the curb laughin and playin. Me crackin jokes and sayin… How big your head was…. That’s was because… I didn’t know how to say… "You’re beautiful" Well… That was a long time ago and I am not that little boy anymore… Now I can say with all my expression that’s my possession, relay to you my confession and say to you without question… That I want you…. I can say… I want you like the ‘cloud’ wants the ‘wind’ Like ‘best’ wants ‘friend’, like ‘lotion’ wants ‘skin’ Like a beginning that has no end… I can say… I want you like ‘hair’ wants ‘style’ Like ‘worth’ wants ‘while’, like a man that’ll walk a mile Just to enjoy the radiance of your smile… I can say… I want you like ‘chocolate’ wants a ‘chip’ Like ‘marital’ wants ‘bliss’, like ‘French’ wants ‘kiss’ Like ‘curves’ want ‘hips’, Like a junkie I’m feenin’… Not for drugs But for a taste of your lips. I can say… I want you like a ‘sock’ wants a ‘shoe’ Like the grass seeking after the morning dew Like the old school song "If Only You Knew" Like how a ‘love’ wants a ‘you’. It’s funny because, I even started watching the way I dress Just in case of the off chance I see you, I want to be at my best Being more and not less cause you are the only one I’m trying to impress. See Baby, we aren’t those little kids anymore… You are a woman now, and I… I’m a man And as a man I can take this stand to hopefully one day hold your hand and say I want you. Who do you think you are not?
Who do you think you are not? Do you not think that you are the joy and light of the world your world? Do you not think that you are the one that you have been waiting for. The one who will show up in all of your glory and offer to you all that you could possibly need or want or desire. Just who do you think you are not? Are you not the one who has been there for you hold you up pushing you on encouraging you applauding you. Who did that for you if not you? Who was there when you cried and ached and believed in the depths of your being that you could not, you simply would not make it through another day and you said "oh yes you will". And you gave whatever was needed whenever it was needed to get you back on track. Who do you think is responsible for how you are growing, how you have grown, all that you have learned and grasped and now understand and realize. Which has put a new song in your heart as you walk on a new path. Just who do you think you are not? And why isn’t being who you are as a child of God good enough for you if its good enough for God -Iyanla Vanzant PATHETIC APOLOGIES....
"Don't darken my doorstep Your pathetic apologies Are not welcomed here You abandoned your responsibilities; Few tears were shed here You carried the scent of a coward Your disappearance was predictable You darken my doorstep Asking me, wanting me To open my heart to you I'll forgive you, but never forget The pain you introduced into my life Naive, I allowed it But it's a new day Did thoughts sprint and hurdle... Through that nibble of a brain? Thoughts that I'd let you back Back into my life, yeah right? Burnt bridges you can't cross twice You darken my doorstep To attempt to articulate those Pathetic apologies Hmmph, You're a little too late" By Tonika Wheeler To purchase the book " Damaged Goods" go to www.tywheeler.com MEMORANDA.. "People misuse,abuse and throw the word love around because they don't understand it Love is more than a feeling Feelings come and go like gas bubbles It's living and being for each other It's inhaling that individual into your soul"... AND NEVER EXHALING!" Author -Tonika Wheeler To purchase the book " Damaged Goods" go to www.tywheeler.com This poem was submitted to View Woman by one of our viewers. A young lady wrote this after having a hard time dealing with her father leaving her mother for another woman. "Leaving behind others to take your place, carrying on your name, walking around with your face knowing you get left behind, wondering what’s on my fathers mind, he didn’t even think to try. To leave my mothers tears running down her beautiful face left me only to embrace, only for me to ask her why? My mother can give me answers; my father left us behind so he can give his love to another, but can’t give his love to me? My mother would give her life, as she’s given life to me, my father I hope to love, but will he ever love me? He can make a life and keep on living his, but what is it like to live without a father, he doesn’t even know, because he doesn’t even care. He left me, he left her, and he left us." -Author unknown |
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