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“BALL IS LIFE”
he doesn’t love you like i do…..
but it’s alright,
i wonder if it was me that took away his love after his games through our fights,
my passion interrupted his path… i hope now it is just slight,
cause the talent he has in his core still has time to take flight,
make things easier, better, competition…..none in sight,
he has the uncanny ability of reaching unspeakable new heights,
all in his hands, his feet, his cross up, stop and pop, his shot, swishhhhhhhh – his plight,
no hype,
ball is life,
practiced through all the pain, the hurt, the frustration, anger, disdain, and his determination is his might,
this ain’t right,
my dreams for him aren’t going anywhere if they’re not in his mind and own eyesight,
the best for him aren’t my wishes but his own dreams and wishes – outright,
i love him more than i love life,
will go to battle for him in any war and all strife,
i just wish he loved you like i do and grew to – hell we’re still tight!!!!
my love for you i would pass onto him if he accepted you into his heart, but i’d still ask for one more night,
one more life,
if i could turn back the hands of time i would take out the hurt, the pain that was caused by the wound struck by the words that cut like the sharpest knife,
i’ll always hold him upright,
maybe my wrongs will be his rights,
turn this into love and no longer a like,
we could be a dynamic duo we already look-alike,
he is so much better than me with you though i cannot compete and won’t try,
when i am low you are my high,
i just don’t understand why, why, why,
work and hunger he won’t give more to you – my heart it always strikes,
in living we all must go uphill and take life long hikes,
so to the top we can reach and see a future so bright,
a future so bright,
contracts in black and white,
his to sign if he soon sees the light,
opportunities are not airtight,
i’m just giving you foresight,
so you can stay warm during the storms and avoid the frostbite,
my love for the game you i always invite,
i know better through our experiences so it is my fault please don’t move to indict,
it all started polite,
what used to be in you that did excite,
i pray you find again through all that has soured you – pull through despite,
this is me apologizing and being contrite,
i just don’t know how to love any other way but this is humbling and finite,
love unconditionally and outright,
just want you to have more than i did and still do in her find a way to unite,
actions from your practices will lead you away from stage fright,
i still hunger and have a never-ending appetite,
you can see my temperature rising when i play her the excitement measured in Fahrenheit,
you’ve seen me play local or via satellite,
morning, noon, and night,
my wins and losses to you i can recite,
your future is now and up to you write,
because once the time has passed its the one thing you cannot rewrite,
BALL IS LIFE.
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