Poet, Me, Huh? Yeah, I Think

Talking to one of my homies and listening to Anthony Hamilton ( The Truth and Pass Me Over: hear me know instant classics ya hear me, heard me, good). Listening to the soul star, chit chatting, got me feeling a little poetic. Enjoy.

-CNEL

My Dreams

My dreams are full of you
Full of your face
Full of your eyes
Filled up by the depth of your mind
My dreams are full of you
Full of your arms
Full of your legs
Filled up by the thought of you being mine
My dreams are full of you

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There are words which go unsaid
My gaze fades to gray
There is this unwritten rule I cannot look, I cannot touch,
I cannot speak your name
There are feelings which go unexposed as minute passes minute
My spirit cries those silent tears
There is a love unspoken, a love not shared

Been Told

Been told no before
Been told to go before
Been told my dreams
were just dreams
Been told no before
Been told to go before
Been told I'd stay where I stand
Been told a lot of things
I chose not to listen
Yet heard the words
The challenge
The dare
To live on
To go on
Been told a lot before
Before they knew who I was