Type 2...

The bitterness from my lips escape...


{Eric Benet, The hunger}

At last..

Light became warm against my shoulders..
In need of change. I inched forward. Looking back on
miles of mislead actions. Confusion. I placed a stop,
freed myself of silent calls, pointless, hopeless gazing.
Oxygen fills my lungs. I have seized short breaths..
Finally, I am honestly, truthfully.. Lovely again.

1st cup.

Lets sip, as we smile at one another..





Random quote -->Behind every successful woman...is a substantial amount of coffee.

Blk panties.

Food, drinks, and lovely views... 

Inamorata

The tongue of a gypsy wakened me from my reverie..
She spoke of refulgence,
kindled diamonds from laps of sand
Her fire, my winds dance along leaves of willows shaken hand...
my knees weak, pelvic quavering from mortal sin..
Her gentle fingers traced my lips, qwivering of desperation
Beauty speckled across the rose of inviolable creation
in awe, my reverence she held captive,
Her burning piquancy, I will not forgive
Her lips made of ruby, A coyest kiss of impetus
she became the ferment of my structure
the articulacy uttering of my agnomen
convulsant from her dulcet delivery
left me tender.melting cherubically in the wings of she.

cognizant

....... Dig deep..

Whirlpool

Somewhere along the way.. I was turned around.. The distraction of private, cell rings..

{Down here in hell (with you), Van Hunt}

Attack of the clones.

Fork.

The Exigency of split nepotism..




Lets place the dead in the sleep we shall coxed in, after.. once more.

Venice..

Change of setting.

Travels..

I gathered my words,
Placed them in a million hiding spots..

My urge was to listen..







{Come close, Common}

Utah night.

Fixation.

Bless my past, assure my future..

I won't think of either....

Fixated on today..

{Ingrid Michaelson, Be ok}

Differently

Miles Davis {Round midnight}

Wrapped in..

Self...

Sorry

To have remet you, the day my love went away..

Tis the season to be... GAY

Unattainable.. shall the gift of all. Be wrapped like this?

.Hate with love

With Love, you are able to hate, how you dream to feel hatred... 

                                                               Lover, Love me, how you long to be loved.

(Feeling purple)

Literature...

I usually don't have sleeves,

 so I wear my emotions on my face...  Read me

(Feeling Orange)

The gifted..

Soulmates

“The pain of being without is sometimes preferable to the treatment”

I was so consumed in giving what I longed to posses.. 

When in all reality, I was the true gift.. 

{I used to love him, by Lauren Hill}