Two And A Half Years

Two and a half years I’ve invested.

Two and a half years that I’ve finally felt respected.

Two and a half years since I’ve grown to like my reflection.

Two and a half years ago my baby girl stepped in.

 

Two and a half years ago luckily I met my best friend.

Started as just friends but it was hard for me to pretend.

I wanted her to be mine, so my compliments I’d extend.

And I had to gain her trust, she was hurt by too many men.

 

But that didn’t really matter.

I would fight for her if I had to.

Matter of fact I did.

I didn’t have to I was glad to.

Several different guys wanted to be with her.

And I did too.

So I did what any other guy would do.

And put on my best moves.

 

Unfortunately for me I was too nervous and rarely pursued.

But fortunately for me she ended up pursuing me back too.

I’ve been told before, “Jordan, glad you’re here. Glad to have you.”

But she was one of the first people that made me glad to have me too.

 

The light and the beacon.

Whenever I saw her love would deepen.

And as long as I saw her face.

I looked forward to week days and the weekends.

Crazy thing is I wish I could tell you all the reasons.

But I hear it’s nice outside.

I don’t want you to miss a season.

 

So for two and a half years I hope I gave her what she wanted.

Because for two and a half years I’ve only wanted more moments.

Two and a half years since I’ve finally felt important.

Two and a half years that I’ve fully felt Jordan.

 

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