Jus Sayin Its Poetry...

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I play ball, I dance...
But like a friend also another poet inspired me to remember "I'm an artist first."
I write my poetry to take away from life its stress its hard times and all the negatives. It uplifts me and strengthens me. I put my all into my poems...
They are the inner insides of the man formally known to you as Juvi.

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Another Time…

This poem was written for someone she will remain nameless lol.. But She asked me to write a poem called Another Time about a relationship that could have/should have been. Hope you like it.

Another Time

She was his

But was she mine

Maybe for a time

She was the one that got away

Away from the one she was with

Or the one she wanted to be with

She was lost in a time space continuum

In another time she was mine

Like Cinderella I’d carry a shoe looking for her divine

Couldn’t say I’d be the only one to treat her this fine

But between love and time she had a thin line

She hated the time she had and loved the convo we shared

In the little time we connected she was not prepared

But she ran back home to her safety net

Leaving with her heart in her hand

And her hand holding mine cause she could not forget

I was the other dude playing that respectful card

But could I pretend I wasn’t thinking of her hard

The minimal time we spent together

The text messages that got us caught up in each other

She was his

But was she mine

Maybe for a time

She was the one that got away

Away from the one she was with

Or the one she wanted to be with

She was lost in a time space continuum

In another time she was his

Holding her in his arms and being sappy

In the back of her mind was I making her happy

While she looked into his eyes and he said i love you

Was she thinking of me as she said I love you too

When he would take her to the movies to see what she wanted to see

Did he know who she wanted to see was me

They’ve had time to develop and build a home

And home is where the heart is

So I can pretend not to see

That I’m a stranger in someone elses home

Or am I the landlord to where the home should be

She was his

But was she mine

Maybe for a time

She was the one that got away