Black Music Notes
Every time I think of you
I see a black note, on a black piece of paper
Not knowing what to play
My mind and heart is in a dark hole
and I’m not hearing what Love is supposed to say
It is a bottomless pit and a continuous drop
The anger I feel for you is an anger that is non-stop
So yes it is hard to forget especially to try and forgive
Being with you was a changed life to live
So I write these words on my notepad
and forget about the time you made me sad
because I don’t know whether to be mad
Let me tell you Love is a powerful thing
It can make you weak or it can make you sing
It can make you fly or it can make your heart die
But see, you killed my heart times nine
And now I hate fairy tales, love rhyme
I can go on and on with my black music notes
But you can’t see them anyway
and they will never be in the grave to lay
They’re going to be with me until my dying days
Time can tick on and the memories will never fade
Selfish of me to want you in my place
Rewind so you can get the taste of my black music notes
I hope they foam in your mouth and make you choke
From the venomous toxin that is polluting my mind
Because I hate doing this all the time
This shyt is stuck in my mental
and now burning my teeth
Fuck please give me some dental
And I’m stressing and it’s causing me pimples
from my black music notes.
The cool breeze from the early morning grass,
The sun peeking at me like we’re playing a game of hide and seek.
The smell of fresh grass and dirt,
Hearing the clap of each foot hitting the trail.
The itchy straw on my head.
The softness of the hair as I ride the horse.
I will never forget this moment, because that was the best memory
I have when my mom and dad were together.
I think little people know what a family feels like.
This memory has been forgotten about until today.
It’s crazy the things forgotten, and why it would come up at a time when
I never thought about it before.
Something powerful to hold onto, to keep in mind.
I have to since the Lord does, but forgiving him I feel like a fool.
Gave him so many chances—still I don’t feel like forgiving him. It’s cool.
He gave me so many tears I call them “pain drop,” since the pain don’t stop.
It stains my heart to knots, my soul is dark, and my love is cold.
The fucked up part is his love was mold.
Forgive and forget is what I should do
but how can I if the same thing that happened to me happened to you?
Let me explain: he lies, cheats, he’s gay, and he’ll frame.
Since I met him he’s been one childish game.
So if I forgive will that make me lame? Or a punk? Maybe weak?
Just pouring all my pride down the sink
and turning sissy like the color pink?
When I’m bold I’m like the color red
Plus that nigga wanted me dead
after I made love to him in my own bed.
Enough of that said:
To forgive means
The Way I Think of Love
I would be nothing without Love
When I was created it was with Love
Growing up I have been loved and protected by my
Each time I think of him I Love
When I love it comes from the Lord to the ones I Love
So I love my parents
I love my spouse
I love my siblings
I love my love, my family
I love myself
Again I will be nothing without Love!
“Love is what makes the world go ‘round—not money, not power, it’s Love” –Cormisha G