Linger on the tip of my finger…
…for one moment more…
Remember, it was my soul you wore.
Linger on the tip of my finger,
for one second less
shade my heart out of distress!
Colours of hurt wrestling the sakes
of women tracing steps of my mistakes,
Misunderstanding the man that we shared;
bestowing guilt on those unprepared.
My dear, waiting for him to see your light
Will turn your love into a fight.
This moment has made you lose your way,
Made you forget the you of yesterday.
I am not mad, not for a second,
I love you woman, so I’ve reckoned
I was so selfish to have thought
I was the only one hurt caught.
I’m sorry I did not see you;
Sorry of the hurt you went through,
Sorry, for I caused confusion
Sorry, for I caused exclusion.
Even the small can bring to life
Wonder to erase all that was strife!
I love you with all my heart
For this sorry that I impart
And I believe the lines will appease
The breathing of women that try to please
A man who has no eyes to see
Our beauty, our light or who are we.