....letting the music play, I find myself getting emotional, again
watching our growth with the physical eye, I notice the bleeding of the inner being coming within
soaked in the love between a man and a woman, the thought of Adam and Eve come to mind
eating from the tree of good and evil, I see us naked as our hearts are exposed
exposed in the very light that we're scared to face
confused in our own thoughts, we aren't as clever with each other as we thought
made from his rib of art
I take on his talent like an imitator seeking the same praise and admiration, but it's not the same
bearing his seed like a woman with child, I see that he'll always be in my past, present, and future
never wanting to let him go, I'm not sure where to stand
scared like being in room completely black, wondering where is my guiding light....in him
head hurting, filled with restless nights and undecided blues, I wonder if he's listening
listening to my heart
reading my thoughts
speaking my pains
and loving me internally
more than just my friend, he poses as my mentor
although he's no motivation for my craft, but for my existence as an artist
afraid to let him go, I find my grind to be a competition with my own personalities
keeping up with his expectations, I'm becoming drained and out of sync, but I know that I can take my time
having a break from him is like a drink of water from the flowing river
having a break from him is like swallowing the fire from Hell below
can't quite let it go, but I know that I have to
Heavenly talent graced with a heart of compassion, I allow me to come back into my thoughts, sane
physical sense, I'm drinched with the rain trickling from my finger tips as I reach out to him
but....
he's unable to help me
I have to be a woman and go on my journey as that
his return is near, but God's Will must be done
wanting his physical body against mine
wanting his kiss pressed again mine.....I'm reminded of the flesh's unnecessary pleasures
can't quite let it go, but I know that I have to
my purple rain is his tears of joy
my purple rain is his tears of pain
my purple rain is his cry for my help
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
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