he say [p.ii of he say, she say, i say]

i wrote this a long time ago... [12.9.08 to be exact]

part ii of a iii part story

but i didn't really like it

until i kinda fixed it, today...

kinda

part i and iii still in the works of being modified...

anywho

it was originally called 'why me?'

based on a song called move

but i think i'm gonna go with

he say, she say, i said...

or maybe just part ii

here goes...

he’s "been living on a prayer"
he claims to leave it up to HIM
yet

not allowing the work at hand to take its toll
he still holds on

pursues it

fails to let it go

then questions why things flow the way they flow

to and fro, he went

nothing but a misfit

unfit, to shadow it

things laying heavy on his spirit

that was his falter

but it took a broad to make him proper

finally he let the architect overcome the author

his mission sent through the likes of jazzy belle

woman sent from heaven finally took him out of his hell

under her spell, he found himself entranced by all of her words

fell in love with His favor

rather than this bird

tis all