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brwnkimba
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Mon 03/15/10 10:28 PM
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We started off kind of busy setting our pride aside.
She said my name so gently getting my spirit to rise. Cool how we’ve matching humor and taste in merlot wine. Her birthday’s in late September, coincidently so is mine. If I could have it my way all I’d need is her. Any other necessities seem to be a vague blur. Catch me in the desert heat drinking tequila & hot cocoa. I’m searching the sands for signs of solace trying to not go loco. In Loves chokehold I resist frenetically for air to breathe. My heart beats slower & slower pathetically I tried to make it stop. I fell limp on cloud 8 after Love released me. Wanting flavor everlasting drenched in whip cream with a cherry on top. She used to call me Pop but I’m not her daddy. Whatever I need to do to get her back I’d do it gladly. You can spit in my face then turn me around and stab me. Tell me its organic apple juice when it smells like rotten crab pee. How faultily I feel as Lonely once again takes my hand. He guides me on the way throughout this very familiar land. Offering condolences but pushing as to the edge I get closer. One kick in the butt, things went from real cool to not kosher. I swirled my spoon in the batter risking thickening her oven. She said a buns cooking because we practiced gloveless loving. Had me chained in a dungeon 3 weeks peeling spuds & chopping onions. When her aunt Flow showed I realized she was running me for my grunions. I fell so hard open mouthed flat on my face. Now I know exactly how dirt and asphalt in hell taste. Such a blatant act of deception but it’s my line to tow. Thought I could make a bad thing good but I just didn’t know. Such a melancholy ending to what began very promising. In retrospect it really shouldn’t be so astonishing. There are those who want only, never knowing how to give. I’d rather die in heated passion then be loathed, alone and not truly live. |
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Wow, that's your best one yet!!
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Awesome BK...
"....I’d rather die in heated passion then be loathed, alone and not truly live...." I love this line... |
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ah my friend, very nice
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excellent piece of work
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We started off kind of busy setting our pride aside. She said my name so gently getting my spirit to rise. Cool how we’ve matching humor and taste in merlot wine. Her birthday’s in late September, coincidently so is mine. If I could have it my way all I’d need is her. Any other necessities seem to be a vague blur. Catch me in the desert heat drinking tequila & hot cocoa. I’m searching the sands for signs of solace trying to not go loco. In Loves chokehold I resist frenetically for air to breathe. My heart beats slower & slower pathetically I tried to make it stop. I fell limp on cloud 8 after Love released me. Wanting flavor everlasting drenched in whip cream with a cherry on top. She used to call me Pop but I’m not her daddy. Whatever I need to do to get her back I’d do it gladly. You can spit in my face then turn me around and stab me. Tell me its organic apple juice when it smells like rotten crab pee. How faultily I feel as Lonely once again takes my hand. He guides me on the way throughout this very familiar land. Offering condolences but pushing as to the edge I get closer. One kick in the butt, things went from real cool to not kosher. I swirled my spoon in the batter risking thickening her oven. She said a buns cooking because we practiced gloveless loving. Had me chained in a dungeon 3 weeks peeling spuds & chopping onions. When her aunt Flow showed I realized she was running me for my grunions. I fell so hard open mouthed flat on my face. Now I know exactly how dirt and asphalt in hell taste. Such a blatant act of deception but it’s my line to tow. Thought I could make a bad thing good but I just didn’t know. Such a melancholy ending to what began very promising. In retrospect it really shouldn’t be so astonishing. There are those who want only, never knowing how to give. I’d rather die in heated passion then be loathed, alone and not truly live. Go head Mr Brown! Much respect... |
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on cloud 8, what a fitting title ~ really nice
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Wow..............just awesome my dear friend you amaze me more and more the longer I read your words.........this one is defiantly one of your top ones....
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GREAT work here MAN,,,bravo...
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Thank you LeighAnna9
Ainjel kc0003 princess pkd1220 MzEm bastet126 TxsGal3333 and Brother iam4u You are all so very wonderful and I hope your Spring season is filled with promises kept & Love |
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