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“…Blue…I need a friend not an enemy. Worry bout my future…”

It’s funny how you hear, and get messages that you want to hear, when you want to hear them. I say this because the above message resonates more than some high school or college age girl who follows me on twitter, that posted a lyric from Goapele’s “Closer,” I’m not R. Kelly, sorry, at the same time that the song was playing on my iPod, or the quote another friend offered, “daydreaming through most of the day, composing songs and poetry in your head.” And another, “Show a plenty of genuine love, and watch how loved you’ll feel in return.”

I woke up, with a song in my head, wondering whether I should try that, yet, I didn’t commit that song to paper as I chose to catch a few more Z’s before heading into the office. So with songs, the urge to write something, and other mind numbing items, I just offer something. Plus this neck thing going on with me right now. (by the way, typing the word ‘thing’ goes in a nice circle)

I know I sent a flutter to your heart,
A smile,
Some care,
The bit of what I offer,
My hope, and wish for you,
You tempt my heart, but right now we’re far apart,

My soul danced with yours,
We dined in the rays of your beauty,
They all thought we were,
Our eyes, and smiles, told the story truly,
I stepped away with outstretched arms,
Outstretched arms,
Outstretched arms,
Outstretched arms,
You tempt my heart, but right now we’re far apart,

You were my dream,
Much better as a human,
You broke much to make that change,
Lightly then completely let you go,
And for some reason you didn’t,
GOD DAMN you, you , YOU!!!
You tempt my heart, but right now we’re far apart,

Soft is burn of the expectation of your skin,
My breath against your long neck,
The balance of your feminine,
The steadfast of my masculine,
Amazing is the promise of us,
Love is the promise of us,
You tempt my heart, but right now we’re far apart,

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.