Reality’s Visit
Sitting on the dock of my mind.
Searching for True Love, I pray I find.
Daydreaming about joy and passion –
the fast pace of my heart as you prance
and model your latest fashion.
Together on a yacht, we let the waters take us away.
Away from the harsh realities that life tends to bring.
You’re somebody’s man, but you’re my perfect dream.
How can I love one so passionately and so good?
I’m not even your woman, but we both know that I should.
Joy comes in and encamps my entire soul;
gives me hope one day we’ll grow together to be old.
Bright leaves falling gently,
soft hands, tender kisses that you give me.
I’m drunk off the way you make me feel.
Damn, I don’t wanna wake up it this is not real.
Confused by the way I feel
passion can turn to hate and make you contemplate kill –
certainly against my will.
The confusion that comes with living a lie
keeps your eyes wet and your pillow drenched with cries.
True Love…where are you?
Please…come to my rescue.
Shine your light in my dark world.
Tell me…will True Love ever come to this Imperfect Girl?
© 2001 Tamika Morrison Okeleke
