Cool world with chilly breezes with no clothing.
Weathers of hard life is now taking my morals and molding.
Though I am steady holding
on to old values waiting for hard times to have a closing.
From when my life was new,
my Mother knew exactly what I should do
to have crowds of opposite drew.
I thought I also knew to,
but recently found out that I did not have a clue.
Open doors, pick up what has fallen on floors for yours,
even if she is not attractive or the one I adores.
It's so alarming that I have been made too charming that its harming?
The ones against me tell me that what I do is nearly perfect,
but its appears worthless.
They say they want fresh juice,
but settle for what has been artificially produced.
Every drop they are enjoying,
to me it's quite annoying.
I gave them a drop of what I had to offer.
They said it was too sweet and a lot softer.
Did not know that something so delicate could hold up
against something so rough.
Misused, love being abused, I'm not amused, just blues.
What is it that you really want?
I've been in the darkness for a while and came home empty handed from the hunt.
By: MarQuai R. Moss