Money From The Corner In Dallas Poem

I ment to write you back
I swear I did
I’ve been having trouble lately
But who am I to kid?

I’m looking for my love
Have you seen her?
Sent from up above
Kind, caring, and beautiful for sure
Soft spoken, Skin of a dove
Her words are my cure
Her cure is enough

It’s enough to heal wounds
To wash time away
It’s enough to steal moons
Enough to make me stay

I’m striving now
Struggling to move
I’d give you what you want
I’m just not in the mood
Your not my love
Just love happening to soon
So give me my one
So I can give her the moon