To the One I'm With
by Keith D Brinson
Sunday, August 25, 2002
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I really donít know how or what to say
ďCept Iím sorry it started out this way.
But thereís no good way for another chance
Whatever happened must stay in the past.
To the one Iím with I offer my love and my time
I give all of my heart, my soul and my mind.
And all that I need, all that Iíll ever ask
Is for reciprocation if it is to ever last.
I am at best kind, gentle, timid and sweet,
Sometimes as clumsy with my words as with my feet.
So if something I may say just doesnít come out right
Remember Iím true to my feelings but not always bright!
My light bulb flickers at times, caught in lifeís desires
And the ditch Iíve dug is my own lifeís quagmire.
So if you happen to see me about with shovel in hand-
Iím not digging a hole; Iím filling one with sand!.
The shovel is my heart that I carry so openly.
The hole is the abyss of the tattered soul within me.
The sand is the sack of life I attempt to carry-
Hoping to fill my hole so it wonít be so heavy.
So donít despair if at times you cannot read
My face or my actions or whatís inside of me.
It is me wrapped up in all that life gives
Wishing itíd all go away and wanting to kiss your lips.