That doesn't make my sense
I have been loving youSince you passed before my eyes
Now my night always flies
Don't cha see driving me crazy by having you?
Get my soul, my life, my mind and my heart
I get your bed, your time, your end and you start
But when time's over, you leave me alone and apart.
And I know, I'm one of your men
I'm losing reasons, but I want you again
You're my free girl; a boy needs to be a man
You get me, you get 'em, you get more....get a fan
You can get me through tense
That doesn't make my sense.
Your selling does fence me in
And I just can't give in...
It's heaven and my sin.
Don't you know what I mean?
Standing here... where I've been
Looking back what you've seen...
Get my blood, my air, my day and my cell
I get your hour, your light, your sense and you bell
But when it sounds I don't know what to tell.
(That doesn't make my sense)
You're here when i have money
You're sweetest than honey
Give me love without your street
You know you get me at your feet.
Poetry by Edgar John Jackson
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Written on 2007-01-21 at 17:35
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