Do you get it?

April 12, 2011
You don't get it.
You don't get it.
You don't get it.
You don't get it.
You don't get it.
Being told you "don't" so many times,
It makes you want to rhyme.
But I get it. You see,
I get that your an adult.
I get that you work hard.
I get that sometimes I'm not responsible.
I get that I'm not fully mature.
I get that I make mistakes.
I get that your heart, it breaks.
As you hear these words leave my mouth.
Your thinking that my thoughts of you are falling south.
But you don't get it.
I care.
But you don't get it.
I love you.
But you don't get it.
I want the relationship I was supposed to have with my mother with you.
I hope you get that
Because your love, it keeps me going.
And it keeps these written words flowing.
The structure, my new home, has more love then I need.
And I was the seed.
You helped me grow.
Now life,
I get it.
Now boys,
I get them.
Now math,
You sure as heck know I get it because you, were the one who taught me.
Taught me to be who I am today.
Responsibility, I'm slow learning,
And my heart, its burning.
Because it full.
Full of life, and love.
And its bursting open right in front of you.
Because I'm learning
I get it.
I get it.
I get it.
You taught me, to get it.

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