Untitled 2

I'm not putting Untitled (part 1) on this site..






16 years ago
You made me believe in something else
That there was a place I could go
To be free
Where nothing matters anymore
Where I could forget the hurt
The tears

But the next time I saw you
Its like that never happened
You were someone else
Who are you
What are you
I wish I could get those notes, those words, those eyes out of my head
Or at least you into my bed
But I can't

You take my breath away

An alternative, please....

Seems like everyone is what I would call hiphop these days, & what I mean by that is

-if you're male,you are misogynistic, thuggish, sleazy, say things like "I hit that" or uses the term "smashed" or "smash" when talking about sex

if you're female, you are similar to a "video vixen"/Beyonce/urban fiction character/sleeping with or marrying rappers (really?)/posing with your butt sticking out in a thong/appearing in so-called magazines like Black Men, which are full of video vixens, Love & HipHop women & whatevers/doing so-called dance moves involving your buttcheeks poppin, twerkin, or "clappin".


I'm NOT hiphop or "urban" or whatever you should call these types or what everyone on tv is glorifying these days.