I can hardly see your face

But I feel you there in that place

That's warm & safe

Where I follow your lead

As we dance to music that isn't there

Our hearts keep the beat

Our breath the rhythm

I sing a melody only meant

For you to hear

Our disregard for the outside world

Is beautiful and intense

We should build a fence

To keep us in

Where pressure is a positive

And wet is always better then dry

I like this place where we've just arrived

In your arms if only on this page

If only for this night

I'm yours

I know you see it's me calling

Pick up the phone

Don't take away my verbal expression

Can't you see that heartbreak is the unanswered question

I feel like such a fool

What happen in such a short span of time

That made you change your mind

I'm love sick

Sick of this shit

I'd rather be alone

Pick up the damn phone

I tried to make sense of it

Press rewind then play in my mind all day

Every time I hear ring, ring

I pray it's you

Cause I'd take you back in a min

If only you asked

Pain seems to be a part of my wardrobe

I wish I could take it off

But it's more like a tattoo painted on my chest

I'm love sick

Sick of this shit

I'd rather be alone

So fuck it

Here's another sad love song

You just a nigga but I gave you the power of a god

That's when I realized there will be another day

Another dude, another chance to make something better

I'm worth more!!!

I'm love sick

Sick of this shit

I'd rather be alone

Look how much I've grown

Hey gang,

I am starting to see the value in this whole blog thing.  When you can't find a friend to talk to blog it. When you want to see something down on paper blog it.  When you just want to vent blog it.

I have this "friend," who is really cool and just about everyone who comes into contact with her loves something about her.  There's only one problem.  She is a needy Bitch.  Don't get me wrong, I mean that in the best possible way.  I have even spoken to her about this issue and she is aware of her problem, but can't seem to break from the needy Bitch that lives inside her subconscious.  Now, to the untrained eye she seems like a "normal" type chick but to those who know her the best expect to receive 4-6 phone calls a day depending on the circumstance.  This "friend" is not sure when or where this "illness" begain to show it's ugly head, but she wants to conquer it.  So she has decided to go cold turkey. No calling of friends or family off the old random stuff. All calls are limited to once a day with a time limit of 15-20mins.  Keep your fingers crossed, I will keep anyone who cares, updated.

PS: this dang blog thing doesn't have spell check. So if you see something that ain't right. Blame the school system, it has failed me...lol

Wow, this is a little exciting, my very first blog entry. I always thought this blog thing was weird. The idea that strangers and friends would actually care enough to take time out of their day to read what ever craziness I decided to put down. But now I see it as more of a release for the blogee. Half the country dosen't have medical insurance so I figure blogging is cheaper then therapy.

Ok, enough of my third eye insight into blogging. It's now time for my issues...lol

I am completely vexed that I can't find a freakin piano player. I would even settle for a halfway decent player at this point. It's crazy.  I told my mother I blame her, she should have never let me drop out of my piano lessons when I was 9. I was 9, she should have known better....lol. But it is going to work it's self out

I was a Hostess at the "H" street festival (small stage) this past weekend and I had a really good time. I really loved seeing all the artist on their grind, sing/dancing/rapping outside with no sound check on a ghetto ass system in the blazing heat. That is what this hustle is all about, getting on an open mic whenever it presents it's self.

-Be Well