Thursday, February 28, 2013
Cee Lo Green ft. Lauriana Mae "Only You (Video)"
Even though I don't like the arrangement of the song, the lyrics are truly wonderful. Check It Out
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
SORRY By @Mr_LightSkinn
"SORRY"
Those 5 letters put together makes a word that makes ya heart shatter Sorry only comes after a troublesome time. Most people say I apologize or my bad or even my fault . But Sorry is said when you’ve been hurt . When someone tells u sorry its either after Lyin or cheating mayb both or even just deceiving . They feel sorry so they say sorry. When u heart some one u love or mayb even care for in over a like when u hurt them u hurt ya self so u say sorry because u feel like less of a person bringing tears to their eyes and hearing their heart cry destroys u deep down inside. U put ya head down in shame and utter those 5 letters into that one word “SORRY”
Those 5 letters put together makes a word that makes ya heart shatter Sorry only comes after a troublesome time. Most people say I apologize or my bad or even my fault . But Sorry is said when you’ve been hurt . When someone tells u sorry its either after Lyin or cheating mayb both or even just deceiving . They feel sorry so they say sorry. When u heart some one u love or mayb even care for in over a like when u hurt them u hurt ya self so u say sorry because u feel like less of a person bringing tears to their eyes and hearing their heart cry destroys u deep down inside. U put ya head down in shame and utter those 5 letters into that one word “SORRY”
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
#PartyVisionsTV = @DJWALLAH @HOT97 2 Yr Anniversary Party BLISS LOUNGE
DJ KHALED & ACE HOOD HELP DJWALLAH CELEBRATE
HIS 2YR. ANNIVERSARY ON HOT 97
BLISS LOUNGE (955 ALLWOOD RD. CLIFTON, NJ)
GUEST APPEARANCES BY: VADO, FRED DA GODSON & UNCLE MURDA
MUSIC BY:
@THEREALDJSHY
@SODREWSKI
@DJNAIM
@FUNKMASTERFLEX
Monday, February 25, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
@RobGetIt x @HereWeGoMar ft @THEREALNELLZ "How Many Ways"
The 1st Single Off The Newest Mixtape #NATIONLIFE From The Duo Of Rob Get-It And Yung Mar Ft. Wave Gang's Own Nellz! CHECK IT OUT
Friday, February 22, 2013
Kids...Gabrielle Findley Is Awesome @GabSweay
JUST CHECKED HER YOUTUBE N THEN I PEEP THESE VIDEOS!!! THE WOMAN GOT TALENT!!!
My Followers Can SING!!!
Lola ( @Musics1stLove )
Ife ( @IfeBabyyy )
Kayy ( @WhatThePhuckYo )
Gab Findley ( @gabsweay )
KeyTV ( @beautyis_kee )
Amber Corrine ( @AmberCorrine_ )
Amber P ( @BabyDolledUp )
Me....Yes Me. TF
Ife ( @IfeBabyyy )
Kayy ( @WhatThePhuckYo )
Gab Findley ( @gabsweay )
KeyTV ( @beautyis_kee )
Amber Corrine ( @AmberCorrine_ )
Amber P ( @BabyDolledUp )
Me....Yes Me. TF
Tah Breeziiy ( @Tah_Skywalker ) - Expect The Unexpected
THE LONG AWAITED HIP HOP INSPIRED MIXTAPE FROM CARTEL MUSIC'S OWN TAH BREEZIIY "EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED"
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Life's Passion By @Mr_Lightskinn
Life's passion can mean so many things but in this instance Life's Passion is that burning desire u get when you Layin next to that person that makes ya heart skip a beat or when they soft lips touch ya skin or even being held tight that feeling of comfort and security when she lay her head on ya chest and look up at u and u look down at her staring in her eyes gettin lost in her soul as if you were in a staring contest that's Life's Passion. Holding hands as y'all walk through the mall guys staring at her girls staring at u but y'all staring at each other laughin joking playin holding kissin sharing a food and sayin those 3 small words bae LOVE YOU or I'm happy with u or seeing ya girl or man smile Lord knos that feeling is every thing it's LIFE'S PASSION . We all life for that day when we have someone that's ours that we can hold dear to our heart but we go through life fighting with those who pretend to b true sometimes we scare off the ones who always been true to us. You never kno when or where Life's Passion is goin to reveal its self you jst have to b open willing and waiting for it to come to u as the sayin goes "Good Things Come To Those Who Wait". Some people go years on years waiting for life's passion to lays its self upon them just remember you dnt chose who u love but u do have the choice of loving who loves you
What You Need By @MrVeasy
Something about when me and you meet at the eye .. The connection make sparks begin to fly .. But like fly its annoying because I can't catch you because you have already been caught So there not even a fight that needs to be fought , you have man but damn I know what you need, great sex but your man doesn't leave you pleased , where he lacks is where I can succeed, with these strokes I can strengthen your foundation,I want you to look into my eyes so you can see the concentration, my words feel so real you so wet I see you're ready for penetration, I lick on your neck just to cause more stimulation, you wanna stop because you know its a bad situation, but you are wondering they say curiosity killed the cat well I'm bout kill that pussy, I'm going to make sure you reach the top, licking on your inner thigh till you scream stop, I tell you to shut up cuz I know what you need, so you let me proceed , before I enter your body taste you one last time because I'm gonna put in work so be prepared to cum multiple times , so at the beginning I'm put my paddle in your water slow and steady with every stroke move my paddle in and out your water like a rower , with every row I sense your body reaching that plateau, I see you beginning to shake from head to toe,
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Body Language
Consider this my obsession. Maybe an addiction. I am addicted to making you addicted to the diction I lay upon the writing pad the society calls your body. My tongue is ready to write this biography on you and unlike ink I will never dry up. It's like you prepare to become a form of a masterpiece. Coming out the shower. Fresh. Clean. Applying lotion to every inch of your smooth skin. Right in front of me so I can scope every part of your body. Mentally preparing for anything I might do to you. For you've set the trap, yet I am the hunter and you're my prey. Talk about role reversal. As soon as I see an open space, I apply my 1st words onto your body. The areas that make you weak. That gives you a sensation. You gotta enjoy my work as much as I do. Maybe more. Reapply more words onto parts that got less attention before or not the right attention the 1st time. Brings out a new feeling. A yearning for more. By now I penetrated ya mind with my dialect. Erected by my etiquette because my mouth applies this story onto you so delicately & properly. That's how you like it cuz I want you to remember this clearly. Your insides urge to know this type of story and I got a pen in my pants and it doesn't make any mistakes. No need to erase a thing. So it's time to let you know how this feels. I've written a bio on your body and it looks like you want my thank you's n dedications inside of you. I'll be glad to. Body Language.
LOVE vs LUST By @Mr_Lightskinn
Love v.s Lust
When u see that gurl and u say its love at first site I look and say wat is it that u love about her is it her small waist or her thick thighs is it the way she walk or the look in her eyes … That’s lust in my eyes cuz all u wanna do is touch and feel in between her thighs u dnt wanna treat her like a queen and cherish her u wanna make her ya sex slave or play toy for a night lust is temporary where love may b4 ever so next time u see her tell her u lust her nt love her … When u love her sex isn’t the first thing on ya mind I wanna see her smile sometimes the girl u love is the gurl u spent yrs ignoring or picking on untill that one day she blossomed And made ya heart flutter love vs lust kno the difference between the 2 not knowing which one you in can b deadly to both parties .. Lust her or him tell him or her sex is your intentions love him or her tell show that person u love them it’s a big difference between the two emotions that can b fatal
When u see that gurl and u say its love at first site I look and say wat is it that u love about her is it her small waist or her thick thighs is it the way she walk or the look in her eyes … That’s lust in my eyes cuz all u wanna do is touch and feel in between her thighs u dnt wanna treat her like a queen and cherish her u wanna make her ya sex slave or play toy for a night lust is temporary where love may b4 ever so next time u see her tell her u lust her nt love her … When u love her sex isn’t the first thing on ya mind I wanna see her smile sometimes the girl u love is the gurl u spent yrs ignoring or picking on untill that one day she blossomed And made ya heart flutter love vs lust kno the difference between the 2 not knowing which one you in can b deadly to both parties .. Lust her or him tell him or her sex is your intentions love him or her tell show that person u love them it’s a big difference between the two emotions that can b fatal
Dream Gurl By @Mr_LightSkinn
My dream gurl I don’t know you are or where you are but I know wat you are your my beautiful queen in slim tight jeans with ya co co brown skin and nice full brown soft lips and those gorgeous brown eyes long hair and pretty smile. My dream girl wherever u are I kno your searching for me like I’m searching for you taking it one day at a time smile by cries wonder where I am as I lay here I’m wondering the same are u the girl I’m dating now or were u a queen I left in my past who knows where u are my dream girl. All I kno is some where your out there perfecting your self for me my dream girl with the sweetest funniest personality my dream girl motivated and driven my dream gurl loving and caring oh how I can’t wait for you to reveal your self my dream girl I’m here with open arms waiting for ya love oh my dream girl exposé ya self to my eyes so we can live this fantasy life dream girl when I close my eyes I can feel ya body next to mine my dream girl when u close ya eyes I hope u can feel mine . My dream girl where ever u are be safe stay smart and b patient waiting for me kuz someday we will meet and live life happily ever after my dream girl.
#TeamDanAndre = WHAT THE F FASHION SHOW
February 10 will be a day I will always remember for it was my 1st fashion show appearance under the #TeamDanAndre/#PervLife name. It was a success! I got a few connections. Made a sale and got public access to bigger possibilities. More shows coming up soon so look out for #TeamDanAndre!!! Here's Some Pix From The Show
Monday, February 18, 2013
Watch Who You Call "FRIEND" By @Mr_LightSkinn
Growin up you realize who’s real and who’s not who is a friend and who isn’t who loves u and who Hates u who appreciates u and uses u. Through all this u realize who u can call FRIEND. There isn’t that many but the ones that are real u call them sis or bro because y’all have developed a relationship that a brother or sister have. Real friends argue real friends fight but real friends also love one another and fuk shit up for them as well. Being a friend is more than partyin together or drinkin and laughin Being a friend means Being there through thick and thin being a friend is knowing at the end of the day that person is there for u like family. Real friends are hard to find there’s tons of associates but only few friends .. Real friends dnt fuck with your ex or disrespect ya current or hate on ya next real friends may tell u wats real but may bite their tongue to see u happy. Real friends are there to the end so b4 u call someone “FRIEND” make sure u can trust them love them fight with them but also go to war with them hand I’m hand knowing no one can stop y’all because y’all are FRIENDS
Friday, February 15, 2013
BREAL By @Mr_Lightskinn
I say b real because most are fake spending hours days weeks trynna b perfect in someone elses eyes I say b real being real allows u to b perfect in the eyes of those who love u.
B real y b fake y spend hours on hours fighting for love when u have to b somebody else y change who u were molded into by life to please someone else itsjust not real.
BReal being real comes with alot of haters but when u real ya real friends make the haters a mear image of nothing. In my eyes being fake comes with lies drama and stress y go through all that when u can BREAL and b happy less stressed and smile at ya haters knowing they the reason they hate u is because ur the real u so once again I say I pray I scream out Loud THAT YOU B REAL!!
A Working Man's Holiday. by @Mr_LightSkinn #LLvFL = The Hangover
Today is every females 2nd favorite holiday besides their anniversary every female deserves to be catered to today loved hugged kissed rubbed spoiled and told their loved most men forget the little things that maid their girl fall in love sometimes we get lazy sometimes we get to comfortable at the end of the we kno we love our special lady we jst forget to tell her sometimes as a man it’s not in our nature to express our extreme emotions we try and we try but sometimes it comes out wrong. Only a few of us express our love on the daily because its easier to do but for us men who work all day to provide for our family today is that blessed day that we dread and love we set aside that little money and time that’s needed to show her she’s appreciated by taking her out mayb dinner and a movie or a movie and catering at home all depends on the type of gurl u have at the end of the night wether sex is involved or not we sleep better at nite knowing we showed her wat. We may have neglected to show her for weeks or months so valentines day is a WORKING MANS HOLIDAY TO HIS GIRL WOMAN FIANCÉ WIFE ETC…SO ON THIS DAY LADIES KNO HE LOVE U!!! And if ur single it’s some man out there that will tell u ur beautiful or happy valentines day just smile and say thank u … Happy valentines day from me to u
Wish. #LLvFL The Hangover
I wish you would laugh again
I wish you didn't hide behind a wall or a face smile
I wish what you felt would be let out
I wish your bottle wasnt always filling up but never pours out
I wish I could stop the tears
I wish I could stop the fear inside
I wish you would believe I changed
I wish we could be together
I wish I could depend on giving all of me to you or safe keeping
I wish I never messed things up with you
I wish I could kiss you one more time
I wish I never put you down for the things you've experienced.
I wish I could have all of you, not just a piece
I wish I coulda made things better for us
I wish I was the one that could make you into the happiest woman ever.
I wish I never walked around like I was so perfect
I wish I could relate instead of berate
I wish I coulda been that shoulder instead of that person on your back
I wish I coulda helped us get brought up instead of bringing us down
I wish we wouldn't keep blaming ourselves
I wish we could Try again.
I wish you could be happy, even if it isn't because of me.
I wish all of the answers get shed to light soon
I wish that I didn't have to keep wishing.
But I can't
But I won't
I just want a wish to come true...with you
Another poem to the compilation...dedicated to my valentine. When things were rough
Dear Future Love. #LLvFL = The Hangover
Dear Future Love,
As I write this my words are heavy on the hand but heavy on my heart. Hope you realize who you are. Or at least know the potential you have to what you could be. A queen. Leader of success. The Yin to my Yang. The 1st lady to my president and even so may you be able to lead a nation at the same time. The more we conquer the better we live together as a unit. May you know that I'll look away from your flaws as your perfections shine too bright. May I help erase your insecurities and you look in the mirror and see the true beauty you have. The dream girl whether I'm in slumber or just waking up. May I not remind you of your past as we look upon the present and future. For I too am not perfect. Coulda experienced something real with others but it was cut short by one's faults and refusal to see each other's views. Rather too tied down in my own seeking loop holes to live single minded in a relationship status. Thinking just because I dont act like those who are considered "aint shit", means I can walk around like a saint and my actions are harmless. Lets begin a new book; erasing our past novels and experience new things together. Let our passion become an addiction. Let the sex be craved for and the anticipation resemble a blockbuster film or Saturday morning cartoons. Let us embrace every moment and savor every feeling and flavor. Have that type of alarm clock love that might even wake the neighbors. Can we have hope for something long lasting and work through issues immediately instead of dismissing them for a new day. I'd rather lose to you in an argument than lose you to an argument. May all our wrong choices lead to us meeting cuz we could be right together. Everyone says we deserve better but no one steps up to be "better". For all we know, we already know eachother. Probably seen the potential or was curious but never went through with it. When we do, let it be our greatest triumph, not our deepest regret. We aren't perfect people but we could be perfect for eachother. I dedicate this to the possibility. Dedicate this to an illustration of something beautiful. Something like...a future love.
Signed.
Daniel Linton Maldanado André
Dedicated to my Valentine, Steph
As I write this my words are heavy on the hand but heavy on my heart. Hope you realize who you are. Or at least know the potential you have to what you could be. A queen. Leader of success. The Yin to my Yang. The 1st lady to my president and even so may you be able to lead a nation at the same time. The more we conquer the better we live together as a unit. May you know that I'll look away from your flaws as your perfections shine too bright. May I help erase your insecurities and you look in the mirror and see the true beauty you have. The dream girl whether I'm in slumber or just waking up. May I not remind you of your past as we look upon the present and future. For I too am not perfect. Coulda experienced something real with others but it was cut short by one's faults and refusal to see each other's views. Rather too tied down in my own seeking loop holes to live single minded in a relationship status. Thinking just because I dont act like those who are considered "aint shit", means I can walk around like a saint and my actions are harmless. Lets begin a new book; erasing our past novels and experience new things together. Let our passion become an addiction. Let the sex be craved for and the anticipation resemble a blockbuster film or Saturday morning cartoons. Let us embrace every moment and savor every feeling and flavor. Have that type of alarm clock love that might even wake the neighbors. Can we have hope for something long lasting and work through issues immediately instead of dismissing them for a new day. I'd rather lose to you in an argument than lose you to an argument. May all our wrong choices lead to us meeting cuz we could be right together. Everyone says we deserve better but no one steps up to be "better". For all we know, we already know eachother. Probably seen the potential or was curious but never went through with it. When we do, let it be our greatest triumph, not our deepest regret. We aren't perfect people but we could be perfect for eachother. I dedicate this to the possibility. Dedicate this to an illustration of something beautiful. Something like...a future love.
Signed.
Daniel Linton Maldanado André
Dedicated to my Valentine, Steph
Thursday, February 14, 2013
James Blake "Retrograde"
This is my song for Valentine's Day. Besides the weird video about a space traveler, it is a strong love song. Check It Out.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
#FBOTNation ( @RobGetIt & @HereWeGoMar ft KingBraize) - Like You Mean It
OFF THAT FBOT NATION EP OUT NOW
Monday, February 11, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Mind Fuck Ya Appetite By Unknown
Mind fuck you're appetite
I’ve always feared that if our eyes connected for more than a second, you’d be able to undress every word I ever spoke, and revealed would be the thoughts I never wished to expose.
I questioned you once before, wanting to know what should you do with the desire to physically be with someone
But, I should have rearranged my closet, so that the outfit of questions I chose to wear, would display the silhouette of feelings, that would pique your interest to want to divulge in my cabinet of secrets.
Secrets that’s victoriously is locked up drawers, that only you have the KEYS to unlock. You taught me intimacy. And I’m honored to be able to please you, in ways that you haven’t given your significant other the authority to. But, regardless of her position, I’ve never been your mistress, though you continuously make love to me…
Foreplay.
I recognized one night, I left you speechless.
You always tell me, what you’ve imagined… and I promise your fantasies will be fulfilled.
You said profound… but did you ever expect my oral to be an oracle?
Has your mind yet fancied around, how I wrapped my tongue around what I wish to enter me..
How sometimes, I get so parasitical… literally, sucking out your energy, and preparing you for what you’ll eventually get lost in..
Your cockiness appeals to me. And as hard as your defenses are in the beginning, with time, and skill it melts simultaneously. I’m a nymphomaniac. More so, a maniac at making you come, cause I’m enamored at your substance, wanting it to always secrete. I’m a master at understanding, when you’re reaching your pinnacles of fulfillment, cause sometimes, you jerk away from my graces, but believe, my reflexes reel you back in to where you need to be. Cause the only thing that will ever leak, is your pride that ultimately escapes within me.
I’m lusting off of opportunities, better yet, the stimulation you endow on me.
Your tongue has always provided a pleasure.
Though, sometimes it mirrors a sword, slicing up the enchantments I desperately crave for you to drown in.
You always engulf my sensitivity. Feasting on the way, I get so vulnerable. I’m perpetually fragile to the way you envelop my throbbing requests to receive more and more of you. I’ve always enjoyed the way you tasted every ounce of me. Swallowing everything I poured out, never spitting back what I thought would have clogged your intestines. Amazed at your appetite, and the way you digested and assimilated each meal.
I’ve role played before. But, you always make me your entrée. And sometimes, I transformed into your personal buffet, supplying all your favorite rations, but you always know how to ration. Never greedy. You take absolutely all you can eat.
They say a way to a man’s heart, is through his stomach… and I’m most certain, everything I feed you is qualifying…
Intercourse.
My favorite part, is the first entrance. The way you spread apart walls, and waltz into the confinements of my core. How your pensive eyes, deliberately translates the languages I thought were foreign to your native tongue. Noticing that my disposition, only constructs your position and pace. However I choose to arch my back, or cling to sheets that we’ve made, & are purposely lying in, only cause you to stroke deeper into what I try to conceal.
You called me deceptive.
Said, both good & bad.
But, I’m only wishing to make you believe that I can handle every thrust you emancipate, that I allow you to vibrate my nerves, causing my spine to become cymbals, shimmering from each caress to be relaxed. Relaxed in this moment. Because, your intentions are good. You’re being as gentle, and firm as a lover could be.
Sex allows our bodies to speak, positions only being conversations.
And, since you’re so observant, have you observed how bipolar I am, when making love to you?
That my favoritism in certain position withers, depending on how I wish to service and be serviced?
That, certain nights at Jefferson, I love to dominate.
Direct, the ride of our pleasure. That I enjoy, to wind up the roller coasters of our emotions, and plunge down till they’re drained…
Or, that I love being so submissive to your command, that I’m sometimes situated to where our eyes can’t meet, giving you the ability to govern the route our sentiments must shift, in order to arrive at sovereignty and understanding.
Either way, we reach our destiny. Releasing oceans of emotions, that sometimes stain our garments of innocence, that we leave unspoken for the world, making it evident, that our essences are relatives…
For we relate beyond exceptional acknowledgement.
When we lost our relations virginity, to caught up in the moment
Bliss surpassing our morale, we never protected ourselves.
Only impregnating me with wonders of what should have been between us..
Miscarried.
The chance to know, has never been birthed.
And we’ve only become sterile, making it unbearable to conceive the development of another opportunity… FRIENDSHIP
Have you figured yet, this poem was about you?
Or, is that too a stupid question?
I’ve always feared that if our eyes connected for more than a second, you’d be able to undress every word I ever spoke, and revealed would be the thoughts I never wished to expose.
I questioned you once before, wanting to know what should you do with the desire to physically be with someone
But, I should have rearranged my closet, so that the outfit of questions I chose to wear, would display the silhouette of feelings, that would pique your interest to want to divulge in my cabinet of secrets.
Secrets that’s victoriously is locked up drawers, that only you have the KEYS to unlock. You taught me intimacy. And I’m honored to be able to please you, in ways that you haven’t given your significant other the authority to. But, regardless of her position, I’ve never been your mistress, though you continuously make love to me…
Foreplay.
I recognized one night, I left you speechless.
You always tell me, what you’ve imagined… and I promise your fantasies will be fulfilled.
You said profound… but did you ever expect my oral to be an oracle?
Has your mind yet fancied around, how I wrapped my tongue around what I wish to enter me..
How sometimes, I get so parasitical… literally, sucking out your energy, and preparing you for what you’ll eventually get lost in..
Your cockiness appeals to me. And as hard as your defenses are in the beginning, with time, and skill it melts simultaneously. I’m a nymphomaniac. More so, a maniac at making you come, cause I’m enamored at your substance, wanting it to always secrete. I’m a master at understanding, when you’re reaching your pinnacles of fulfillment, cause sometimes, you jerk away from my graces, but believe, my reflexes reel you back in to where you need to be. Cause the only thing that will ever leak, is your pride that ultimately escapes within me.
I’m lusting off of opportunities, better yet, the stimulation you endow on me.
Your tongue has always provided a pleasure.
Though, sometimes it mirrors a sword, slicing up the enchantments I desperately crave for you to drown in.
You always engulf my sensitivity. Feasting on the way, I get so vulnerable. I’m perpetually fragile to the way you envelop my throbbing requests to receive more and more of you. I’ve always enjoyed the way you tasted every ounce of me. Swallowing everything I poured out, never spitting back what I thought would have clogged your intestines. Amazed at your appetite, and the way you digested and assimilated each meal.
I’ve role played before. But, you always make me your entrée. And sometimes, I transformed into your personal buffet, supplying all your favorite rations, but you always know how to ration. Never greedy. You take absolutely all you can eat.
They say a way to a man’s heart, is through his stomach… and I’m most certain, everything I feed you is qualifying…
Intercourse.
My favorite part, is the first entrance. The way you spread apart walls, and waltz into the confinements of my core. How your pensive eyes, deliberately translates the languages I thought were foreign to your native tongue. Noticing that my disposition, only constructs your position and pace. However I choose to arch my back, or cling to sheets that we’ve made, & are purposely lying in, only cause you to stroke deeper into what I try to conceal.
You called me deceptive.
Said, both good & bad.
But, I’m only wishing to make you believe that I can handle every thrust you emancipate, that I allow you to vibrate my nerves, causing my spine to become cymbals, shimmering from each caress to be relaxed. Relaxed in this moment. Because, your intentions are good. You’re being as gentle, and firm as a lover could be.
Sex allows our bodies to speak, positions only being conversations.
And, since you’re so observant, have you observed how bipolar I am, when making love to you?
That my favoritism in certain position withers, depending on how I wish to service and be serviced?
That, certain nights at Jefferson, I love to dominate.
Direct, the ride of our pleasure. That I enjoy, to wind up the roller coasters of our emotions, and plunge down till they’re drained…
Or, that I love being so submissive to your command, that I’m sometimes situated to where our eyes can’t meet, giving you the ability to govern the route our sentiments must shift, in order to arrive at sovereignty and understanding.
Either way, we reach our destiny. Releasing oceans of emotions, that sometimes stain our garments of innocence, that we leave unspoken for the world, making it evident, that our essences are relatives…
For we relate beyond exceptional acknowledgement.
When we lost our relations virginity, to caught up in the moment
Bliss surpassing our morale, we never protected ourselves.
Only impregnating me with wonders of what should have been between us..
Miscarried.
The chance to know, has never been birthed.
And we’ve only become sterile, making it unbearable to conceive the development of another opportunity… FRIENDSHIP
Have you figured yet, this poem was about you?
Or, is that too a stupid question?
Friday, February 1, 2013
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