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    WHEN THE LAST TEARDROPS FALL

    Tears

    Baby, may I speak with you for a minute

    Please don't think I'm trying to change your mind

    I know you've made your choice and I'm a grown man

    so I can live with that..but before you leave

    let me say this...

     

    There will be no one 2 hear our cries

    and no one who will listen without prejudice

    there will be no one 2 share the grief of our sighs

    right now, everybody's sounding like evangelists

    your girlfriends tryin 2 make it seem our fisrt kiss

    was a tryst

    and I added you 2 the list

    like the rest

    but baby you were the best

    it was you and only you I couldn't resist

    and now it has come 2 this

    both of us mentally fatigued and trippin

    slippin

    into darkness always flippin

    feeling stressed

    when we should feel blessed

    and now the crest

    of the wave is rising

    ain't nobody gonna be sympathizing

    now our boat is slowly capsizing

    you see

    misery sure nuff loves company

    your girlfirends never wanted you 2 fall in love with me

    they never understood what the Creator puts together

    is meant 2 be

    4 you

    I hope it's not too late to see

    the reasons behind it all

    because no one will care

    when our last teardrops start 2 fall

     

    Check it out

    Remember when we slow danced in the rain

    people thought we were crazy

    but I swear I felt so close 2 you

    I could hear the blood cursing through your veins

    and never was our love making the same

    never did our passion wane

    to me it was so very plain

    with you I would always remain

    INGRAINED

    IMMOVABLE

    SUSTAINED

    RELIABLE

    ALWAYS there when you needed to feel my touch

    ALWAYS ready with an arm when you needed a crutch

    ALWAYS knowing the simple things in a love affair mean so much

    like bringing you breakfast in bed

    and after a long day at work putting a cold rag 2 your head

    when it was time 2 retire

    carrying you 2 bed

    letting you fall asleep

    never asking you 4 head

    at least, ON THAT NIGHT

    because, to me it wouldn't seen right

    4 you 2 think I was all about sex

    DAMN BABY U WERE THE ONE

    no damn femme was next

    and now tell me

    who are we gonna call

    when the last teardrops

    start 2 fall

     

    Listen baby

    I ain't never gonna be a rich man

    but what and who I am is plenty enough

    my momma raised me  2 be respectful of women

    my mentors

    made damn sure

    I had the right stuff

    honestly with you I felt no need 2 pretend

    in your arms, I swear, I felt the world could end

    because in the next life

    you would be my wife

    and on your love I would depend

    if somehow Paradise was on a downtrend

    I would've asked the Creator 2 extend

    the time

    so you and I could transcend

    the sublime

    baby you were a godsend

    and you were so caring and kind

    my ultimate lover and best friend

    your life 4 mine

    I would defend

    back 2 back

    in a scrap

    bookends

    and now tell me

    how can our heartbreak be forstalled

    when our last teardrops

    start 2 fall

     

    One last thing I'd like 2 say

    and you can be on your way...

     

    Why did you allow your conscience 2 be guided

    by those silly azz fools

    getting tangled up in the drama

    of all the gossip they unspooled

    didn't you know they wanted me 4 themselves

    so if they couldn't experience the joy of a good man

    they made it their business to make our lives a living hell

    when you went out

    your best friend would call and ask if I was pleased

    she was like a sister 2 you

    so stupidly I didn't say anything

    because the hurt would have brought you 2 your knees

    you see

    they all knew you brought me pleasure

    without measure

    and when I refused 2 take the bait

    their admiration turned 2 hate

    then came the silly games

    convincing you I hadn't changed

    taking our convos and trying 2 rearrange

    the perfect fit

    until you finally came home

    and said D'ee this it it

    4 one solid week I felt sick

    gotta admit

    your descision hit me like a ton of bricks

    but now I'm slowly coming out of the fog

    chillin with real friends

    and writing poetry in my blog

    I know in my heart I won't beg you this time

    the man in me who did no wrong

    refuses 2 crawl

    what I want 2 know is

    why none of your friends were there

    when the last teardrops started 2 fall

     

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    • 4 March 2011
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