Is it cruel to always put down others?
Does that bring about your own insecurities?
Are you being cruel to be kind?
Is your constant demeanor of negativity always necessary?
Are these difficult characteristics you have even, healthy for a relationship with someone else?
Are you able to love yourself knowing you find it hard to love and accept someone else?
These questions keep running through my head.
These questions involving a relationship with another.
I have to be brave and ask,
I don’t want to waste my time on something not real.
What is your need to know the questions you have for me?
I don’t want to be caught up in the moment and not see,
The things you represent when getting involved with someone like me.
These questions keep running through my head.
These questions involving a relationship with another.

You’re Mine


The way you look in my eyes,
And act as you have known me
All my life.
Then trust I feel when I’m with you.
The way you whisper sweet nothings
In my ear.
The way you make me feel when,
I think of your name all day long.
The way I imagine your fingers,
Caressing my body.
The warmth of your loving embrace.
The sweet nothing’s I feel when your
Lips touch mine.
The tingling sensation I feel of your
Lips kissing all over my body.
You have no idea of the sweet bliss
I feel when I’m near you.
What started out as like,
Turned into love,
And now You’re My Everything…
My Blind Infatuation…

*I Don’t Own The Rights To This Photo

Ingredients of Love


Love is patient, love is kind
Clearly your thinking someone is on my mind
But it’s not just one person,
Its several people
Because I want to show them love
These ingredients are only my opinions,
These ingredients are ways in which
I show them my love
It’s not in order
It’s from my heart
These ingredients mixed up all in one equates my love
These ingredients of Love I call it
These ingredients are of Love can be many
It can be a few
It depends on the person
However ever you define yours,
I want to always show mine with
My heart blazed with fire to symbolize my passion
My Ingredients of Love

Future Love


If two wrongs don’t make a right then tell me why I’m here with you
We flow like two steams intersecting into an ocean
They say opposites attract, but our bond is stronger than two magnets
Bad boy, nice guy, geek, pretty boy, player, mammasboy, jock
No labels can describe you
Some may say I’m head over heels, knees buckle Nancy, love at first sight, so blind I can’t see straight, whipped women that I am
But all I see are your kind eyes, your giving heart, your sexy smirk, your intelligence, your zest for life and living…
Am I wrong to only notice that?
I also hate when your right and I’m wrong
I hate when you beat me in chess
I hate when that you know me so well sometimes you use it for playful game
I hate that you where that same ol’ hat everyday
I hate that sound you make when your excited, on the brink of something genius moment
I also hate when your gone, even when you make me mad and I want you to leave…You stay
I also hate that you know my tickle spot…
You never let go
I can’t stand when we have playful competitions, especially with sports because most times you try to cheat in figuring out my strategy
When I make mistakes it’s hard for me to admit it to you not because I’m scared, but because I don’t want to see your I told you so face
I’m hard headed and stubborn but you always seem to break that barrier with one kiss and one touch
I am overwhelmed and overjoyed with gladness that I have you in my life
I am so deeply in love with you, your happiness has become more important than my own
So I write all these feelings down and hopefully one day you will read this
For all the future lovers out there, may you find the very things you need in someone else…

Invisible Pen Pal


I write about the things I feel the things I see,
The very things that puts a strain and distance of the love between you and me.

This is not meant to carry a traditional rhyme,
Though I constantly read and re-read over each line.

They say through time age develops like fine wine,
However I still find the time to cut down the wisdom like a tree vine.

You may say I’m clever because I able to write with flowing words,
But it’s really just my thoughts floating about the air like birds.

Treasure the gifts and talents blessed upon your heart,
Time is so short but long enough for a new start.

As I continue on the journey of life with you in mind,
I hope I make you proud no matter the constrain that love binds.