Crazy Luv

Hear the front door opening
Finally, I’ve been exercising
As a way to let my anticipations vent out
Your eyes don’t even make an effort to connect with mine
You just set into trying to find different things
To do with your hands to keep busy
What are you trying to do
Trying to waste extra time
You’re actions and purposely avoiding answering me
Are driving me up the wall
So I grab you and practically fight you
Into a chair in the living room
So sad for the glass your uncle Bobby gave us
Attempting to sneak away are we?
Can’t help but snicker as I block your every escape
Frustrated, you flop back down in the cushion
Good lil doggy…but the minor humor leaves as I
See the fear and grief plastered upon your features
Like never before you actually stutter
As you start to say you’re




Hear the door opening once again
Finally I’ll have the results I came for
It’s a different doctor this time though
As he fixes some papers on the only desk in the room
I make an effort to see his name tag
But to no avail, I have to wait
Until he rotates 90 degrees to read Dr. Marshall
Dr. Marshall starts going on and on
About most of the things I’ve already discussed
With the other doctor, of which I’ve forgotten her name
Being impatient, I bluntly ask him of the results
What do you mean you don’t have it?!
What is up with everyone wanting me to wait for something!
Luckily for me, I have something to keep me busy
Straight from St. Ive Doctors Office
I head for, my daughter, Emily’s play
As I enter the auditorium I attempt to look for my wife
See someone crazy waving their arms frantically
That must be you, huh
Make my way through the hectic crowd
Collapse in the aisle seat and give you a hello kiss
Sorry hun, the doctors are slow
They don’t have the results yet




A proud and approving smile graces my face
As I watch my lil girl stand out
Amongst the other midgets
I’m the closest you can get before the stage of crying joyful tears
And that’s not about to happen now or ever
Never noticed the talent in most of the children’s voices
Until now, as they perform song after song
Going from the school’s theme song to Hakuna Matata
When I’m really getting into it, my phone vibrates
Making sure the camera is still balanced
Look to see who could be interrupting me
It’s St. Ive Doctors Office’s number
Hey hun, can you hold the camera?
It’s the doctors, or I wouldn’t be/
You could be more gentle taking it, sheesh, women these days
Annoyed, I get up and make my way to
The side where I can still hear and witness
My princess’s performance
But not disrupt it either
Call back and got Dr. Marshall on the phone
His voice is hesitant, so I put up my guard
Again he goes on and on about uncared for stuff
Man, this guy could talk like no other
The results Marshall, the results!
A minute or so later, I regret rushing him
For he unfortunately tells me I’m




I notice for a second, my wife looking towards where I am
Trying to interpret the results
From the look on my face probably
Don’t know if she can because of the distance
Too stressed to even care if she can or not
It’s not fair how people are delightedly cheering
And children are still singing ever so merrily
Jump as I feel hands upon my bare right arm
Afraid to hear my own voice tremble and break
If I decide to answer my wife’s unspoken questions
So I just stay mute and plead, with my eyes,
Against the truth unwithheld before me
Desirously hoping that Marshall is wrong
And that the results will suddenly change
The first graders of Ellen’s Elementary school continue to perform
But in my own state of mind
It begins to seem as if the lyrics of the present song they are singing
Is changing into lyrics that hit more at home
Slide down the wall as a piece of the new lyrics
Break threw the barriers of my mind
And implant them selves in
To play, rewind, and replay over and over again
You’re dying, cause your wife didn’t think to get checked
Where will lil Emily go?
When her dear mommy and daddy are dead
You’re dying; you both are dying

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Real_Eyez_C_Real_Lies

Aww thats so sad, i like this. Is it a song or a poem? im guessing a poem. Where'd this idea come from?

edit: maybe you should try putting it all centered

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Be very carful not to make a woman cry because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior. But from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected and next to the heart to be loved.