O4.O3.O9 and the saga continues... Because he's on my mind Most of the time But our differences arise Constantly, in my mind's eye But I really don't think I mind; I'm content to lie In his arms until Sunrise... And I try to get by But this obsession With his hands on my thighs Disallows me to smile without thinking about His lips on mine... But this distance, which I despise, Leaves me with tears undried As my world is turned upside down And I fear that I may drown In a love that I refuse to accept as my own... |
these are. . . mostly remnants of my heartbreak. . . i yearn for the day that i can browse my blog without the urge to cry. . . . . . "now, keep in mind that i'm an artist & i'm sensitive about my shit." -Erykah Badu back in time. •October 2008 •November 2008 •December 2008 •January 2009 •February 2009 •March 2009 •April 2009 •May 2009 •July 2009 •September 2009 •October 2009 •November 2009 •December 2009 •January 2010 •February 2010 •March 2010 •April 2010 •June 2010 •July 2010 •August 2010 •September 2010 •October 2010 •January 2011 •May 2011 •June 2011 •August 2011 •December 2011 •January 2012 •March 2012 |