if i were her man.
things would be different.
things would be good. she'd feel on top of the world but at the same time, from it so distant.
shed get cocky and its cool, because of how beautiful i'd make her feel.
trust me its real.
and if she gives me the chance then trust me i will.
i mean id make her understand
the the smile tattooed on her face is to delicate
to ever force in the palm of my hand (ill never abuse you)
never misuse you
due to
the fact that i only want to introduce you to things i know that you're not used to.
is that cool?
you'll never feel insignificant
i'll simply read your feelings even though your emotions intricate
let YOU teach ME the program, to show you my submissiveness
and write you sweet memos full of sentimental penmanship
she's not a common flower,
everybody has those.
so i don't see you as a tulip, sunflower or rose. no
I don't wanna purchase one and then take it home.
let me be your greenhouse and help you grow on your own.
you're rare.
tell the weeds, to pardon her.
your soils are rich because you had some good gardeners.
its hard to stare at other options when you bloom
once in a lifetime at midnight in the moon.
so I'd tend to you everyday too
make sure I don't cause you to come out too soon.
boom.
popping out and getting up.
i respect your drive so,
don't let me interrupt.
the book of ambition is an edition.
That many read and destroy. yours, in perfect condition.
your different from the tradition.
you reposition hate and use it as ammunition.
your a woman, far from those other things of this incompetent world
you go to church, school, work and still has fun with the girls.
eyes. vivid and deep,
i could peer into them all day and hate when you sleep.
i mean what else is it that i gotta make clear
you're beautiful without style, make-up , or fake hair.
i don't care.if you have it it'll only appear
more striking and it'll make it easy to stare
and ill even let them approach you
because i know my deal with you is better than any proposal.
and is it not supposed too?
sweep you off your feet
but you'll float, you're high off of life now.
its like happiness is the crack and you don't wanna put the pipe down.
i know this is a writing and I'm reading it for a nice crowd.
but if i were your man, id be telling you all of this right now.
Some day people will realize just how prescious life is theres no coming back from death; and the hardest thing to deal with is losing someone so young who has yet to reach their full potenial . Bullets play "God" through the hands of mortal beings consumed in hatred, jealousy, and, greed. I remember when words were enough of a battle now we resort to fighting and the coward of a man's pride hands him a gun that takes away a mothers child before she is even able to release him from her bosom "No parent should have to bury their child" that not the way it Suppose to be we are not to play "God" we are his children. We are all trying to survive in the same world.
Ugh I hate those morning s when I wake up and still feel too tired to get out of bed ... like my mind tells me to get up but my body wont budge I just keep drifting & drifting that when you know you are really & truly sleep deprived welcome to my life ... Thanks to God I'm finally up & outta bed
No matter how many times love has hurt you, no matter how many times you verbally say you give up, you and I both know it's never over. Ive tried to expel love but the truth is without love I hurt more than I do than I did with today fabrication of what real love is. Maybe "God" wrote it in the natural design of us all love will always remain apart of us; its what makes us human and no matter how bad it burns us, its still the reason we breath. So I say to love: 
