He may not have much to offer me…
He may not be rich.
He may not have power.
He is far from perfect.
However…
He may not be rich.
He may not have power.
He is far from perfect.
However…
Since when
is love and loyalty purchased?
To me, money
and power do not mean a thing.
Every
precious moment with him is worth it,
Like queen
looks up to her king
His poisons
are of liquor and tobacco,
My toxic
passion is him
They are
both deadly to us,
And they
will most likely be what does us in.
Yet we do
not give them up…
Mine for my
own reasons…
Maybe he’s
no good for me
But he gives
me something to believe in.
Would you
listen to people,
If they told
you your love isn’t right?
Would you
give it all up because of words
Or would you
stand by him and fight
Of course
you would.
You wouldn’t
leave him for them,
So who are
you to post judgments?
All that
matters is what you have with him.
He’s a bum,
he’s a drunk
Sticks and
stones sticks and stones
He smokes a
lot and drinks too much
Keep talking
shit and I’ll break your bones
He has no
car and can barely make his way
I have no
job, but you have nothing to say to me
Damn, guess
we’ll have to do it the old fashioned way
Looks like
he’s walkin’ in them Chuck T’s
Why do you
stand by his side
Even when he
doesn’t return your love?
I could ask
why you remain with your man
When he
treats you like dirt instead of a dove?
Listen, he
may not be perfect
He may not
have a fancy car
His wallet
may be lighter than yours
He doesn’t
have the muscles of a football star
But perfect
is boring
Shiny cars
get scratched
Money isn’t
everything
And muscles
turn into fat
Bottom line,
he respects me an makes me laugh
I care for
him for who he is
I don’t want
some fake, buff meathead
He is
perfect
Just
the way he is.
by: ©Désirée
Storms aka Tori P. Coelho 4/20/13