Don’t want to be your lover,
Said your lover
Needs too many wiles
Too many nights forcing smiles,
Bearing you heart fruit,
I’m with child,
Immaculately producing truths,
To feed you..
I can bear no more,
Said these weeping willow branches are wore
With your needs,
Your, if you can’t be’s
I’ll find someone else,
You break me with stealth,
Professing forevers,
When you’re imagining nevers
And you’re chasing whomever
Is this weeks flavor,
When my creole has New York,
And my new york,
Can take you to manhattan and back
Welcome to the heart of my city,
And my city breathes streetcorner dreams
Along with my west indie seams..
I can make you cough up Guyana,
In one swift motion,
We cross land and ocean
And all your hoping all your groping
For another meets its final destination,
But I…
Don’t want to be your lover,
In fact my baggage has bags,
And my heart is jetlagged,
Come too far and too long,
To find you wining and dining another..
When you’ve already been knee deep
In the pit of true loves significant other..
And had the lover to
Dissipate all other lovers
No I don’t want to be your lover
Your lover needs too many wiles..
One day you’ll see
What you had all the while
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