
Momma said
“You should be able to look at your partner across the most crowded room and
Simply know from his look that he got you”
Momma was right but
hindsight is clearer than foresight
I got his front back and sides
Because I am a lover
Because I don’t front about me and mine
But he’s undercover
A foe dressed as a friend
I’m so tired of playing pretend and
I’m so tired of cold nights under covers next to
him looking
Still looking for a friend
I find myself mending a friendship that never was because
I’m still in that crowded room
Still searching for “us “…..