Being someone else’s something
Ain’t this shit sumthing
Being engrossed into another’s something
These bad habits ensued are contracting
Why this side chick life must be condemned?
It ain’t like we know
Lord knows the connection we have will
empower the most vigilant
Understand the most broken heart hearted
Pure love in its rarest form
How can one deny it?
But being someone else’s something
is like being in a bedroom with a full of nothing
No jazzy joe sample; no feeling a fathers touch
Only itemizing the times when we are apart
Trying to ask God why this was even reason enough to start
God please heal these hearts
As I stalk I see the love someone has,
I don’t understand the home wrecker life
But for this man, I just might.
We can all be one happy family if I can
see this beauty he beholds is for my soul to see
I just want to see if he the one for me.
See I haven’t had any interest with no one until I last saw thee
So that tells me I miss him or he pulled
my energy besides thee.
Please understand the sidechicks life.
As it’s not something understanding
but something she isn’t willing to give up.
It’s so sad any day he can snap his fingers
and I’ll be there with my neck cock back asking where this nigga been at…
Then emphasize on how much we just vibe and the connection being made stronger by opening our hearts more to each other.
We both come from a place of hurt
so we just wanna lick each other wounds.
I just wanna do Gods work.
What to do?
But I’m just someone else’s something
No substance for him to call
To see if I’m ok at all
No text to humor me
No response to all the correspondence I’ve been sending him
So I’m just a sick chick as I can clearly see
to realize I’m alone in this battle..
The battle that has no vitality; no culture to grow
Only hurt will reside here
Because I fell in love with a someone else’s something.
So I died unconsciously.