ShootHer [M.I.] SpottieOttieDopaliscious

I'd like to meet:

This is a story about my love life. As well as others. Even tho we've never met. But im sure you know how it goes. Last Chance. This Feels like my last chance. I asked for god to send me an angel and she did. She sent me a goddess. I missed her by a buck in a half but still got to witness the math. As she crossed my path my future laughed. hahaha. And its confusing me. Im content tho honestly figuren i can hang with you for at least a century. Yet i make attempts to be persistent daily. Even if it only pays me to smile in advance or one last chance to state that i coulda, shoulda, woulda been yo man. I got it good now. Time is on my side im just waiting for you. Patience is my virtue. I studied the philosophy of love to find truth in what i speak so that you'll never have to see what im saying before you feel me. Feel that. Every thing that your about to hear has an entail action behind it wishing to manifest destiny. Something tells me its destine to be. I guess thats why its hard for me to rest easily, peacefully, while my heart pounds heavily. Knowing each throb represents a sound of our servility. Yeah she could be. But i dont know whats to happen. Meanwhile ill stick with the compliments as time keeps passing. Will she keep passing me by. I often wonder. Days turn to nights and im not getting any younger. So i jest to the best of the situation. Striving to be friendly. But you and me makes him the enemy. Supposedly theres always a man in the picture. Sending me love im gonna get cha im gonna get cha. Im not trying to fit you into a book were ill have to re-write the scriptures. Because it seems as tho my future with ya is just a second away or a silable to say i lo..... If i only had more minutes on my phone. I sigh to myself with a big breath saying im not alone. I bet your boys thinking the same thing but ill be the first to wright you a poem. When you told me he was an mc i wasnt listening cuse just then i turned into the natural romantic whispering these words. i love you. Im not the least bit disturbed by life's offerings. I question you happiness to search for an altering of your esince and well being or anything. Just give me the green or at least the yellow so every once in a blue i can stop by to say hello. hello, hello. Yeah, Jill Scott hit the natural flavoring no carbonation. Now im reminiscing. I enjoy this part. Free form poetic expressions, serenade promises, fashion lessons. Lets perr for her static sessions. @#$%&*(!@%!. Whats wrong with your cellular. Call me back open medulla, Queen and independent thinker, exotic lap dance fantasy, remember that. How about contact with the spirits body, eye the storm ,honorably the most able in human form youll ever meet and forever he will speak to you like the lady you are. Elegant force excuse me if i lose coarse is till remember. And wish to have many more. For whats in store i turn to a sly and the family stone. Lifted by your melodic tone of voice. Pron to stimulate the unknown. I cant explain it. Im painted in your background i play cold stains in your brush strokes. Ready to dip into the plait. This is the type of metaphor that was ment to be falid. My love and life line. Its funny how it relates. ya know. Also with music. Now its hard to desifer whether a women or music is my love and life line. I guess the next poet i hook up with better be a female. - Sol•iLLaquists of Sound
World Visitor Mapive never been so alone yet ive never been so alive