Leaking Pen

Please excuse my pen, it leaks

My thoughts, my feelings, hidden secrets I keep

The sins in my life, my mouth may never tell

 The pain in my heart, where love use to dwell

Hardship, I once had, keeping food on the plate

Court case after case, had me stressing over dates

Fateful times I once had, almost put love in a ring

What I desire gave me knowledge of frustrations that it bring

Got this dream, becoming rich, still reaching for that light

Trying to stay away from wrong, but it hard to keep it right

What’s the meaning of a friend, tell me?

Because I never had, trust no one, but myself

Maybe this is why I’m sad

I my mind, woman around me, all they do is eat and take

In need of love, but greedy woman is the reason, I don’t date

I confiscate all my feelings, got to store them somewhere safe

For when you show love to the world, the world spits back in your face

  I hate this place, but time bring change, I pray and hope my book will sell

For if I turn to my old ways, that’s a one way trip to hell

I’m leaving well, on the outside, yet my insides needs to dry

But I refuse to shed a tear,

Pride won’t let them see me cry

I say goodbye, but leave this leaking pen to share the life I lived

Recording emotions, thoughts, and feelings

Once secrete, now revealed…

By Michael Russell

No more games.

I want love; I need love, my past says don’t trust love. But if I step to you, believe, I’m hoping you’re my next love.

I see love, I feel love, but most has been unreal love.

Inside I’m slowly dieing, in need of a touch by what’s true love.

That good love, unconditional love, that special love from up above.

I close my eyes and pray, dear God, destroy all this deceitful love.

That fake love, that hurtful love, erase all that painful love.

Hold on to this beating heart, how long will it beat, without some comforting love?

That sweet love, that desired love, help find that one who wants me to love. So much inside to give, one-day I’ll know what it’s like to be loved.

So I can walk with love, hand-to-hand with love, that dinner, late night conversation love. One day it will be for me, yet and still, I’m open to that Ghetto love, straight Gangsta love, that crazy love, let me rub your back and relax you love.

Romance is what I need, take it slow, enjoying moments I’m with you love. As I kiss you love, I want to sex you love, rose paddles in your water as I wash you love…until that day, I lay, between my sheets, dreaming, thinking, all about you LOVE?

                                                                                   By: Michael Russell