Feathers I wish she loved herself, like I love her. I’m not sure what she’s mad about when she tells me, she’s sleeping on the couch. Something that night, just didn’t feel right. I get out of bed and flip on the
When the world gives me shit, I plant roses. The way I see it, you got two choices. You can be the victim or be the victor. It's up to you to choose. I refuse to lose, or give an excuse. Life
My child-hood hero was Evel Kenival A wing, a prayer ….and I’m a believer. You don’t know you can fly ….until you leave the ground. If you ask me why, I will reply, Not even gravity can keep me down. I bear
[counterize] She has a few tattoos and a few issues and showed up with an unexplained bruise. A (S)hiner and a shot, drinking until she forgot about all the problems she got. She preys but doesn’t talk to God. She gets away
I’ve been running Jedi mind tricks on chicks. For those that don’t know me, just call me Jazzie One Kenobi. My place, back to, you wanna go. She grabs my arm and moves my hand solo (Han Solo) If she’s a princess,
She let things get up under her skin. Her liberation was laceration, frustration at her situation. I wanted to demand an explanation, we talked about everything, and she couldn’t even talk to ya boy Jazz One. I wanted her to be in control like Janet. Realize this is her world, this is her planet. Her silence is killing me, I can’t stand it. Wish she would open up and be candid. Tell me what is wrong, so I can fix it.