What Is This Thing Called love Anyway by Pat Trishvision Brown
What is this thing called love anyway…Is it real or just a myth
Is it the impossible dream…Delusions of grandeur…Or so it seems
My heart was all I had to offer…Given faithfully as a gift
Broken promises equal shattered dreams…Now my light inside hesitates to gleam
Keep trying but to no avail
Feel like a loser…Continue to fail
Your exquisite charm…Camouflaged the alarms
And the sirens…I was blinded
Elapsed memories should have reminded me
Of wolves in sheep’s clothing
Eminent truth disclosing
Seriously Yall…Is it an urban myth
If not…How can I get the manual…Cause I’m tired of this shit
Tired of searching for someone with the piece that fits in the puzzle of my life
Someone that would be proud to introduce me as his wife
Tired of putting myself out there to take another chance
Of ending up feeling used and alone…Still searching for romance
What’s up with the games…Have you no shame
Another notch under your belt…That’s your claim to fame
Remember there’s a thin line between love and hate…Don’t seal your fate
I won’t hurt you…Even though you hurt me
Two wrongs don’t make it right…Most people would agree
Heartache deeper than any before felt
Reneged offerings again…The hand has been dealt
I’ve loved and I’ve lost…My genuine essence was the cost
You think you’re nickel slick..But I got your penny change
Thought my heart’s desire was fulfilled…But alas it was estranged
Forget the apologies…No amount
Can rectify…The priceless pain…Offering no discounts
Later for deceit…Game playing…And lying
Fuck love…I’m tired of trying
Turn the channel…Tired of reruns
Naw…I’m lying…I will patiently await for a sincere one
If he exists
If he ceases to emerge…I will be pissed
Hell…I’m pissed now…But I’ll continue to strive
For true love…I hear its the reason to survive
Broken branches on my tree…But roots still intact
Spirit strong…That’s a fact…Play it cool…How I’ll react
Yearning…Still alive in my soul
Evolving effervescence…Yet to behold
Right now I’m broken…But I’m not crushed
Not out for the count..From dealing with mistrust
There’s no amount of pain..Anyone can inflict
That will cause me to evict
My joy…Its a ploy…The evil one has set
But there’s one thing I will never forget
The Heavenly Fathers Embrace…Comforts Me
Artist, Poetess, Mother, Grand Mother, and friend to many.
I like to enjoy life. Tomorrow isn’t promised.