Peace
Had a dream about a dream about u last night…
Awoke realizing that you finally heard me
You have given me the best birthday gift ever (:
Peace
Thanks for letting me go
What if you wasted love
and all of our time disappeared
And the sad song ends up being the last song you”ll ever hear…
Or
What if we loved every moment that we could spare
And the perfect song ends up being the last song we’ll ever hear
—The Last Song, Rihanna
Shoutout to my girl Martini! Initial Magazine: House of Darylene
One martini is all it takes. Neat, sophisticated, standing alone, until ones tendrils grasp it by the stem, sloshing it down, awaiting that warm inviting release, saving the olive for last. A timeless staple of class and sophistication, such a simple concoction has outlasted the spirited…
Dont let something that doesnt matter cause you to lose something that Does!!
—Shaunelle Eleazer
You know you’ve hit middle age when your memories become more important to you than your dreams…
It’s not the broken dreams that break us; it’s the ones we didn’t dare to dream…
SundayMondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFridaySaturday Love?
I’m sick of you because I’m sick and tired of me being:
Depressed every Monday
Horny every Tuesday
Hopeful every Wednesday that maybe I’ll see you by Friday
Rambunctious every Thursday
Disappointed every Friday
Bored every Saturday
Lonesome every Sunday
This is my life waiting on you… so what is a girl like me to do?
First thought is: Get a new life
Second thought: Get a new you
So weary…
Someone to love is bigger than your pride’s worth
Someone to walk life with is bigger than your life’s worth
Searching
Searching for a place
Where I’m not so eager
Not so longing to replace
That sense of belonging
To something, to someone
Running away from these daily urges
To fight what feels so right: to love
Because everywhere I turn is so wrong: just waste
A waste of time, a waste of haste
Searching for a place
Where in every face
I’m not looking for the rest of me
A place where I can rest
Knowing I am u and u are we
But once again it’s no one but me
Nothing real, just vain and empty
They say only I can complete me
But how when I’m always running,
Always searching for what can’t be
It ain’t u, it’s me…
A Question Existing…
I have spent so much time waiting to do things the right way… Will it all be worth it… In the end will the right way even count? Life is too short and time is not promised. In my time, I would hate to go not ever having experienced the greatest gift life can bring …just a question existing
