~MAN ON THE SIDE~

I am the sideline
distraction to your interaction...with him
I am practice, training camp, sandlot
while he is your gameday...you're home game
when I'm away

I am the man, he is your man
what makes me stay?
have I fallen so low
that I can't desire more
can't get up the courage to walk away
what would my momma say?
when she know she raised me better
to be a go getter
to acquire the desires of my heart
but how and where do I start
where do I begin?
when what I desire is what belongs to him

I am...like lyrics to a Mayer song
But I am not, if where I belong....is with you
See, six numbers never held me down
but the seventh makes my heart pound
gives me butterflies, like a child
and that's what I am when you're around

cus you teach me...and I learn
I listen when you speak
catch you when your knees are weak
and we both fall together
cus together, I am weak too
I am see-through
Transparent to your heaven's gaze
and it never ceases to amaze me that you continue to play...this game
when you see through me like a kaleidoscope
you twist and turn me, till your touch breaks apart my hope and I am left hope-less...still blessed to be a part of it...though when I am apart from it, my heart cries out...and those times are frequent...

I find that when I lay down at night I don’t repent
but thank the Lord, as if he is involved in this pretense
I don’t know, but it feels so innocent

Yes, I am...like lyrics to a Mayer song
See, six numbers never held me down
but the seventh still makes my heart pound
gives me butterflies, like the child I am

I am...the man on the side

~TEDDI B.

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