I Call it Nov.29,2010...But you can call it, "My One & Only"

My:

Jerk

Asshole

Zero-patience havin' >_<

Matta fact

It's below that...........

Nevertheless I never
EVER wanna see her go

One:

Can't contain the
Heat that
Abounds my soul
Rightfully so..& does her greatness peak at what you infer??
No...get it?? Her love is an InferNo..sohhh..far beyond
Astronomical proportions; though she seldom
Expresses it...I saved plenty memories on my mental flashdrive & keep virus scan for any bad vibes & try to raise her happiness so all her sad dies & rock 'er love boat until we.......capsize o_<

& Only:

Time will tell if we two
Opposites were meant to Attract
Polar differences..& still we sit on the cusp of engagement
Post-poned only by long distance and finance but..
If love could pay the bills we'd be living out our dreams already
Notwithstanding prior troubles & minor scuffles..As essential to me as breathing is...I gotta love you

And it's something no medicine or rehab can help wit, I'm helpless
I'm selfish...
Wrapped in your love..it's my shell, I'm a shellfish

Outtake #1..but not really a Blooper though

Aiigh Star, so I was writing this poem about you [mind you it's like 4am] and I just started flowin like crazy outta nowhere. Now I didn't intend for the final cut to be so...rhythmic. However, the bars were soooo true I couldn't just discard them altogether. That being said, I hope you like my lil outtake :D

"And she’s soooo damn sweet when she wants to be
There for me so much I call her Shoulder Lean
Love ‘er to death, although she’s over Leem
She’ll have a place in my heart like a HOME-n-ME
…get it?? “Homie” Home-Me
Can’t thank ‘er enuff for the love she’s shown me
Been 8 years, ain't no way she's phony
So I can't stay mad even when she BLOWS me"

SMH for Being Mislead

A searing pain..I'm all fucked up internally
Waayyy worse than heartburn or any other physical ailment...heartbreak
Slowly my soul is decaying..i can't sleep, all i can do is think about it
And when i do sleep, it hurts there cuz then i dream about it
Nightmares and it's no fair..she thinks im a fiend about it
While she broke my soul wit ease by which Im utterly astounded
Manslaughter yo..and i felt like she did it happily
A cruel, sick joke...and it came to 'er naturally
Here i was, thought i was more than a toy..tool..stepping stone..
good dick..sweetheart..nurse/chef..CONFIDON
Thought she..was wife..well guess..i was wrong
Shitted on my dreams..Leemy's hopes got pottied on
Ripped out my heart & left it pumpin..bleeding
I planned to make her Misses Toppin
...but she was just Miss-leading

1LostSoul

If u find 'em treat with care..
He's kind and giving and loving and affectionate and supportive and it LIVES to please
And he's Willful, optimistic, strong, and utterly brilliant
..doesn't ask for anything aside from love and honesty..although loyalty and gratitude are also much appreciated
He has been trampled in the past-misused and abused-but if you're willing to look past the battle wounds..
..expose him to a better life, they're bound to heal soon.
@ one point love consumed him to the point of blindness..deafness too
But heartbreak opened his eyes and ears to reality
The harsh truth of what he'd thought for years was meant to be
...was so easily torn from his grasp
Now he wanders..the Kay without the Jay he'd all this time put before...before himself
..clueless and lost as to what's to come after...after this
"Where to now??"..the query consumes his every thought
Optimists would call him a free spirit
..but in reality he's more like a lost soul

My shorty..

Well for starters, she's a Virgo

Sooooo bad she's borderline evil

...almost diabolical

bad from 'er toenails to 'er hair follicles

And I love Her more than life

..she's more Precious than dat fat chick

So me puttin me b4 my baby's ass-backwarks

Dat's why I spoil 'er like milk out da fridge

A couple bitches sour but it is wat it is

She said she'd gimme babies..raise me some kids

She makes me betta than I was so I handle my biz

My heart's *beat*..she's mine, I'm hers

My bars are only half da tale..she defines my WORDS

U can play my WORDS on da beat and juss listen

Unless you kno true love, da beat is missin or skippin

Da lub-dub is da essential instrumental

It fills in the colors cuz words are just da stencil

But altogether, you got da Love painted picture-perfectly

Da portrait is artwork..and there's NO uncertainty