Too bad you weren't here to see
Too bad you weren't there to hear
The stanzas recited from my mouth to a overfilled crowd
Were the words of truth gliding across the room
Freed from its tomb within,
To reiterate I am unsure where to begin...
Should I start where I recognized your ambition
How it turned all 1000 gears in my body like a key in the
ignition
Can I start my story where I reunited with the missing piece
Of me...where we completed a perfect scene
After unknown gaps of time, we linked old yesterdays with new
tomorrows
Spilling rhymes together that collaborated into a vision.
Too bad life is an intervention
Too bad you felt I never paid attention
The stanzas flowing from my brain were hard to swim in
A room that tried to hear them suddenly became muddled
Only you would understand,
Truth is you filled the piece to see my inner Man.
Amazed at how much dedication given by you
How much evolution of my gifts forced by you
You are truth
I could easily start the story in midst of my denial
Your love vs. The state of my Emotions
I stand trial
Crime committed: Neglection
Failure to acknowledge the detection of loneliness
Failure to make progress in watering our seed
So instead of blossoming we digress
Alone you bleed from the same love that let you undress
Became your stress...
Too bad I didn't let you know earlier
Too bad I wasn't there so you could be when it mattered
Because the stanzas spilling from my lips were gold
The dreams of possibilities of growing old...together
Scary thoughts of the million word story I can tell with
four letters
I guess I’ll start my story when you are ready to hear
The truth that I know you inside first, and outside bare
I see the pain I left that another mends
But don’t you dare speak the words ‘I don’t care’
If I lose the trial against your love then eternity I still
have to try again
And again and again till you accept my appeal
Friends forever was predetermined
Since 6 when eyes met and God pressed begin
And again...at the beginning of new life we proved this real
Your heart is not mines to steal, but still I would like to
openly say to you
I love you...not you, but You.
The tears falling inside because pride does not permit
The smiles to self humor you find in people living life what
they think to themselves
The happiness you gain with the discovery of a new dish
The food creations you formulate form your shelves
The satisfaction and sexiness you get when you talk that
ish...
Then proceeding to prove, secretly hoping to be challenged
and overpowered
Your care and flaunting of your body, outshining any diamond
Who knew playing with those dandelions would grow you to a
beautiful flower
Too bad you do not know this,
Too bad I opened a wound
Too bad he is there to fix it.
The stanzas I just wrote were just a reflection of my dues.
Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.
Definition Of Nice
