INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

I see a ring on her finger, my mind starts to linger, Clicking through her photos going down memory lane. Honestly I'm happy for her, I hope that he adores her, But yet and still I can't keep the past from haunting my brain. I remember when I met her, I was working on my letters, Junior year coming and Varsity football right on the brink, It was the last days of summer, me and my partners, Friday nights used to pop, up at the skating rink. She was light skin, slight thin, with golden brown hair, Tight jeans and Timbs, thinking what's going on here? My boy knew her home girl, yeah he already the plug, So I skated into heart, talking baby what's up? Soon as she smiled I was done, yeah I knew I was done, Couple skating to 112, yeah cupid had won. Plans to meet up at the movies, mom can I get a ride? Your parents ain't know I was coming, so we had to meet inside. Heavy make out sessions in the back row of the place, We not even watching the movie, to...

I say good morning to her, she says good morning trouble, Yeah, that's the nick name that she gave me. And even though I know I could never properly love her, I still treat her like she's my lady. I'm a distraction to her, and I know that.... I should probably disappear. But it ain't that easy when you're attracted to her, Plus I just love it whenever she is near. She's the perfect woman for me and I know that, But sometimes perfect isn't what your heart wants. But right now it's impossible for me to go back, So being trouble is the only skill that I got. I ask her how her date was, as if I care, I mean I do, but she knows that I don't. Because I don't want any other man to be there, Even though I know that I won't. Selfish right? But what can I do? Troubling to think how I'm trouble to you. Late night I get a text from her, She asking me "where you at?" Funny how if you go looking for Trouble, Trouble ...