He Was Never Mine

 ChatGPT turned my poem into a song and I kinda dig it! 

He Was Never Mine

By Andrea Beth Smith 

[Verse 1]

A beard that’s red and eyes of blue

I miss his laugh and his smile 

He was fucking beautiful — his soul, too

I let down my walls, gave him all of me

Saw him daily, felt like glee

[Chorus]

He was never mine, but I loved him still

Laid my heart down, now I’m climbing this hill

With weed smoke, old songs, and coffee sips

Still taste his name on my lonely lips

But Lord, I know You’ve got a plan so real

So I’ll wait for the one who knows how to feel

[Verse 2]

We sang rap songs, smoked weed in the dawn

I knew damn well he’d be gone

Haven’t touched him since December

But my body, God — it still remembers

He was never mine, just a friend

But I swore my love would never end

[Bridge]

Maybe he was just a southern flame

A beautiful boy with no real name

But You, God, You see my pain

And I know You’ll send real love again

[Final Chorus – Soft/Reflective]

He was never mine, but I loved him deep

Laid awake while he danced through sleep

But I’m letting go — not to forget, but to heal

’Cause I deserve a love that’s honest and real

What is Love

 What is love

Who the fuck knows 

I met a boy 

He looked like an angel. 

I felt a tingle in my toes. 

Been boy crazy since middle school chronically single 

Thiught that love had bid me adieu

Then came you

With that sexy ass smile 

Big boots, red beard, and a Carhartt jacket 

I opened my door

I said to myself OK let’s make this happen 

You never wanted me though 

even though we fucked twice

I know you fucked 100 bitches since but I’ll never forget those nights

I never even kissed you but somehow started praying for you and I don’t know what happened. 

I ask God if this is some cosmic joke.

I’m not eating all I can do is toke. 

Haven’t heard from you in days. 

I hope you change your ways

I saw a future with you

I thought the love was true

But alas

You have a child 

I cannot interfere

but why do I dream about you when you’re not here?

Why can I not get you out of my brain? 

I hate to say it

but I’m going literally insane.

The wine isn’t working 

I’m almost out of weed. 

Nobody will come over in my time of need. 

I’ll be OK God is working at all times. 

See you in Boston my dear

I’ll be making more rhymes

Losing a Muse

February 9th, 2023

He was her muse

She was worried she’d lose

Why does she chase after boys?

Who just want to use her as a toy

She’s not insane

He knows her pain

She doesn’t understand why he was put on her path

She’s never wanted anything more when she heard his laugh

She silently cries in her room

She goes from happy to gloom

She prays for a sign from God

She hopes he’s not a fraud

-Andrea Beth Smith