With him…i loved being in love
adored how my dick fit inside his puss like a glove
don't be confused and uscrew your face
I’d simply given him ownership of my most sacred place
See, i controlled his longjohn
and please believe, it only went inside kohan

i loved that he was so secure
for him i didn't have to pretend to be demure
unsure
or oh so pure
i could just be ms yea
no games to play
or reason to stray
he was my king
not lacking a thing
but the supreme being
his touch made my heart sing

wish i could go back in time
press rewind
and play back one more time
the day we met
and to think i almost let
him slip outta my fingers
refuse to let that thought linger

worked hard to get him back
even went on the attack
finally had to check me
please understand it’s….hard to be
on the wrong side of right
try as i might
he just wouldn't listen
told me i was winning the fight but losing the mission

cried boxes of tissues
prepared my self and told him...i'll miss u
then took care of my issues
didn't quite move on
but moved beyond
got used to being alone
had so many unused minutes on my phone
stopped holding his pillow, just to smell his cologne

still won’t really let others to pay me attention
filled with apprehension
cuz I know I’m done
and that no one
and I do mean none
could ever compare
to what we did and still share

every once in awhile, he kinda reaches out to me
making me wonder could we
ever be
us again
not racking my brain
but yeah…it crosses my mind
more often than time to time

I know he’s my divine reflection
my lifetime selection
the resurrection
to my dying heart
thankful for our time apart
time for me to start
opening closed doors
and rebuilding rapports

no more angry retorts
I’m talking easy laughter
writing new chapters
about us and where we go from here
no fear
cuz it just feels so natural
no lies…it’s all factual

and actual
ly-I need him
like 112 needs slim
likes shoes need laces
lawyers need cases
and kids with crooked teeth need braces

no more trading places
covering bases
longing for embraces
hiding crying faces
step retracing
floor pacing
just replacing
what was..with what will be
and all the starts, with the reaffirmation of he
and me

The future Mrs. of a KING...the mother of a PRINCE and a PRINCESS.

>>cried boxes of tissues
>prepared my self and told him...i'll miss u
>then took care of my issues
>didn't quite move on
>but moved beyond
>got used to being alone
>had so many unused minutes on my phone
>stopped holding his pillow, just to smell his cologne
>
>still won’t really let others to pay me attention
>filled with apprehension
>cuz I know I’m done
>and that no one
>and I do mean none
>could ever compare
>to what we did and still share
>
>I know he’s my divine reflection
>my lifetime selection
>the resurrection
>to my dying heart
>thankful for our time apart
>time for me to start
>opening closed doors
>and rebuilding rapports
>
>no more angry retorts
>I’m talking easy laughter
>writing new chapters
>about us and where we go from here
>no fear
>cuz it just feels so natural
>no lies…it’s all factual
>
>and actual
>ly-I need him
>like 112 needs slim
>likes shoes need laces
>lawyers need cases
>and kids with crooked teeth need braces
>
>no more trading places
>covering bases
>longing for embraces
>hiding crying faces
>step retracing
>floor pacing
>just replacing
>what was..with what will be
>and all the starts, with the reaffirmation of he
>and me
>
MY SISTA, MY SISTA
ARE YOU IN MY HEAD!!!!!!!!
YOU LAID IT DOWN
AND HOLD-DIN
NICE NICE
HAD TO SAY IT TWICE.
As soon as healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else. Maya Angelou
No man is free until all men are free.

Jah*lov*all of YOU>>>>

thank you mami. i spoke from my heart. glad you felt me

The future Mrs. of a KING...the mother of a PRINCE and a PRINCESS.