I Want to Fall

I want to fall so deep that it envelopes all of me from head to toe, not an inch, not a centimeter of me left uncovered. I want to fall so hard that it leaves me scarred, permanently, I don't want to ever get rid of the proof that I've fallen. I want people to look at me and see what has happened to me. I want to inspire others to fall. When I fall I want to fall forever, a never ending fall that is so blissful that I can't help but start my fall all over again. I want to fall into eyes that can see my soul, into a soul that can touch my heart, into a heart that beats for my life, into a life that cherishes my fall. I want to fall a fall that never fails, that never tarnishes, that never breaks. I want to fall knowing that the one I'm falling for is falling too. Even though my passion is to fall long and hard, I know that it will be pain free, a fall that is only meant for me. No one will ever be able to fall the way that I've fallen, it won't measure up, it won't feel the same, the effects of the fall won't set them free. I want to fall in rhythm, to a melody, to a tone, to a beat that matches the one of his heart. I want to fall rapidly, slowly, obliviously, and knowingly. With the passion of a painter who has spotted the perfect muse, the excitement of an artist who just got airplay, the joy of a writer who has just been published. I want the fall to swallow me whole like his oversized sweatshirt, drench me like running in the rain hand in hand without an umbrella, capture me like a snapshot of him kissing me deeply with no remorse. I want the fall to lead to a door that is him, and reveal all that is me. I want to fall... in love.

Until Fingers Meet Keys:

Shes A Very Freaky Girl . . .

But who wants to wife her ?

I already banged on the niggas, scoochies (slut/hoochies)... its your turn !

Shaking my head at females these days, because most of them damn sure can't be considered a lady. *Sigh* these lil scoochies are making it so hard for girls who actually want to be classified as a lady.

On twitter it seems like the less clothes that you have on, the more followers you get... the dirtier your SN the more mentions you have. It's so sickening, when I click on your profile I dont want to see your ass, breast, or ill na-na(trust me it's there). Obviously niggas dont have as much of a problem with looking at it, but 9/10 you will not end up the girl he makes his main or his wifey.

See what females fail to understand is the girl who gives it up is nothing but a quick nut. However, there is always an exception to the game, sometimes ol' girl does get cuffed && they have this awesome relationship. But let me be the first to tell you, as soon as it's over, he will have no problem throwing in your face the fact that you were easy.

YES I AM SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE ! See I know what its like to have the attention from a nigga that's only attracted to my body or to me sexually. It's all good as long as sex is involved, but once you decide to cut it off what's left for him to hold onto. He doesn't know shit about your personality because thats not what you introduced him to. By this time it's too late to say "Oh, by the way my name is Carmen, I'm a Cancer && my favorite color is purple."

Honestly that life style wasn't for me, I'm a hopeless romantic. && with this change I have met plenty of respectful niggas. Alot of females are quick to holla out "niggas aint shit" but the only reason why girls feel that way is because they're showing niggas that they don't have to be shit to get in they panties.

Until Fingers Meet Keys: