When I was little
I dreamed of the day
I would turn 16
I expected butterflies,
A lot laughter with friends,
A cute guy that would make me feel
Something I have Never felt before
I expected adventures, love and that It would be
The best year of my life
Well, I was wrong
I cried myself to sleep
Because School was hard
And my friends would not
Unterstand me
I was lonely and really bad sometimes
I got drunk for the first time
I skipped school and Even started liking a boy
Still I had this horrrible feeling
That hole in my heart
And sadly
It would not go away

For never felt like a being
But in a glimpse, I felt like an happy child
Catch me not angels
Save me not my creator
From this rare gift of life
For my heart now cries and craves for Eve
Drunk by the liquor of fate
Driven by the nature
into the mystery of love
Light to the soul
Which makes man weak
To resist, my last thought
For the bond is too strong to fight
Afraid, it may lead me 9ft to the ground
Always want your warmth lips on mine
Your cold breath on my neck
For, whenever nature disappoints you
I will be your superhero , saving the day
For when you are asleep
I will be awake, wide open
Like a Guardian angel
For you are a star to be kept jealousy
For u read me like the Reverend reads the Bible
For I shall expose my demons to you
But this fear I fight might prevent you
From seeing me perfectly
For am in my jungle, painting pictures
Shedding tears, from my past pages
Too nervous to continue the journey
But it seems you know it all
Catch me not for I have
Fallen in love for the first time
You are mine
  .  ......   Inspired by J. Cole
Song....  She is mine prt 1
Album .... 4 ur eyez only


Cc @Kemba Mark

In school, "******" was as bad as "*****"
It had been raining, I had been heart broken
The night was cold, it was almost Fall
My birthday was in the Fall, soon I'd be seventeen
I'd be seventeen, and still a ******
I may have broke it off, but she's the one who ended it
I may have been dumb, but she was unfaithful
Thus I ran, and dove into her arms
I knew she was older, she knew I was younger
She was lonely, looking for fun
I was lost, looking for a new rush
My face was red, I had been drinking
Her lips were red, she had been hunting
I found a corner to hide, but she smelled blood
Her eyes drilled into mine, she licked her lips and breathed fire
My legs started to shake, my lips started to quiver
She came like a viper, she slithered toward me
Hypnotized by her hips, my mouth watered at her *******
She sat on my lap, and looked me up and down
"You looked lonely," she said, "I think you're cute."
Boy was I, lonely that is, she took my beer and took a sip
Her perfume smelled like fruit, her breath smelled like candy
The warmth from her legs met mine, and my cheeks turned the color of her lips
My heart was dancing, her eyes were twinkling
She took me prisoner, and dragged me upstairs
She slammed the door and sealed my fate
Her smile was devious, her smell so sweet
Her hands on my belt, her tongue on my teeth
She kidnapped me beneath the sheets, she made me her prisoner of war
And I waved the red flag, I was ready for war
I wanted war, I wanted you
I wanted her, I wanted it, I wanted the badge
She dug her nails in my skin, I dug my teeth into hers
Our clothes took themselves off, her thong was black lace
She devoured me, I penetrated her
We danced, we kissed, we wrestled and sang
... And then it was over
It was over in twenty minutes
This veil of innocence that we chastised
That we mock and rush to throw away
Is so easily thrown away
But those twenty minutes were amazing, although I probably wasn't
She knew it was my first time, she called me out
"You're a ******," she said, "Don't tell me you're not."
Embarrassed I countered, "I'm also not eighteen."
She gasped in horror, and stormed out of the room
In her speed to grab her clothes, she'd forgotten to tell me her name
And to this day, I still don't know it.

A: love doesn't combine two similar people together;  different ones solely.

B: like two who have a difference in age, shape, or race.

A: or one adores attention,  and the other contains coldness.

B: or he may change himself for someone,  while other doesn't move a finger.

Because one of them has his past,  and the other loves for the first time.

Last night was the first time we got drunk,
the first time your hand glides down my arms,
fingers lace with mine, palm kissing.
The first time you put your head on my shoulder,
not because you're sleepy nor tipsy,
but because you want to be closer to me.
And the first time I heard you breathe on my neck,
god I was hooked! that deep calm sound
and the warmth of it quivers within.
I'd drink forever if it meant you'd never stop.

The sadness,
The fears,
The upset,
The Tears.

The feelings start,
The darkness nears,
The loneliness approaches,
Here come The Tears.

I feel alone,
Nothing is clear,
On my own,
Stuck with The Tears.

The Tears of pain,
The Tears of shame,
The Tears of guilt,
The Tears of blame.

It's just me, me and The Tears.

It didn’t really happen. I was awkward,
a sloppy crocheting of clumsy hands.
I was scared of my body; or maybe,
I was scared of her body. Foreign,
but bright from the veil of curtains
slighting a late spring light. I kissed
like a maniac, but when it came down
to the business of pleasure, I could not
make a transaction. She later told me
I could have gone on longer
than my half-a-minute slow grind before
I chickened out. Even now, after
my fifth major relationship and plenty
of romping and dancing atop mattresses
mine and not mine, I feel my first ****
is how I approach love. Tentative,
too contemplative, and none-so-bold.
Perhaps it is because I learned early,
to hate myself, this body that is still
so new to me: twenty-five years owned
and I still don’t know how to love myself.
I just hope that one day, I will be that light
streaming into the room, touching everything
around it, feeling with tender warmth
the goodness of what soon hinders its path
casting shadows behind what I come to kiss.