An ode to me, I think?
3 Comments Published by His Daily Variety on Friday, June 23, 2006 at 12:57 PM.
Why I Fuck With Jared
01/02/04
Complicated people often look for simple answers
Never understanding why simplicity isn’t enough to satisfy the soul
Simple people often overlook their simple answers looking for the unattainable.
Unbalanced in the way of life, we often find friends, soul mates
Simple people that meet our complicated expectations;
That add there flashlight to our darkened paths only to project larger shadows off in the
distance.
Companions, often reflections of who you could be, had things been different.
You tolerate more from people like this.
They become your punching bag, confidant, road dawg.
You exchange stories, lurid tales, of laughter, of pain, and just of…
Somewhat like a brutha, closer than a lover, but without all the fronts and airs.
You want to have someone in your life that you know will always be there.
To the naked eye, your relationship is misconstrued
But love is love regardless of the color or hue.
Imbalanced by chemicals, saddened with exctasy,
The things that you want in life and the things that you need sometimes overlap.
He balances me.
Makes me think, makes me laugh, makes me understand that things aren’t as they seem.
Self absorbed, a little neurotic, but he is mine.
Our friendship a special bond.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Simplicity in a over complicated way.
That’s why I fuck with J.
01/02/04
Complicated people often look for simple answers
Never understanding why simplicity isn’t enough to satisfy the soul
Simple people often overlook their simple answers looking for the unattainable.
Unbalanced in the way of life, we often find friends, soul mates
Simple people that meet our complicated expectations;
That add there flashlight to our darkened paths only to project larger shadows off in the
distance.
Companions, often reflections of who you could be, had things been different.
You tolerate more from people like this.
They become your punching bag, confidant, road dawg.
You exchange stories, lurid tales, of laughter, of pain, and just of…
Somewhat like a brutha, closer than a lover, but without all the fronts and airs.
You want to have someone in your life that you know will always be there.
To the naked eye, your relationship is misconstrued
But love is love regardless of the color or hue.
Imbalanced by chemicals, saddened with exctasy,
The things that you want in life and the things that you need sometimes overlap.
He balances me.
Makes me think, makes me laugh, makes me understand that things aren’t as they seem.
Self absorbed, a little neurotic, but he is mine.
Our friendship a special bond.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Simplicity in a over complicated way.
That’s why I fuck with J.
Very interesting piece. Seems like this person knows you very well. It might be a little raw, but the intention is definitely evident.
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