some classics

i'm an 80's baby but the 90's does something to me! As a fan of R&B, I had to pay homage to the classics before auto tune and scantily clad women. these are the types of songs that you dedicated to someone. these are the types of songs that were so true to human emotions that it was almost scary.

please enjoy the talent before you.

Brownstone - If You Love Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NoQC0Bo4gU

Brownstone - 5 Miles to Empty
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYJE9wPHHIs

Uncle Sam - I Don't Ever Wanna See You Again
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIBV1ZkHOKM

Maxwell - Fortunate
(remember when men talked about how they felt about a woman?)



Smooth.

i want.

coldstone ice cream - cookie dough'nt u want some? sans the fudge chips
to cuddle - the real cuddling 'where u dont even need a pillow type' cuddling
to turn back the hands of time or fast forward them ... either or
some lip gloss...i haven't said a word in hours and my lips are dry..makes no sense
a kiss - the kind of kiss that give u butterflies
a hug from my mini me
a mac laptop

but all i need is you.

tlloyd

deep down.

i think emotional rollercoasters never stop rolling
tears are the voice of your soul and laughter is the humility of your spirit
i wanna say that strength is a force powerful beyond measure
but beauty loses its value if no one can find it
i wanna resurrect moments in time to spare the painful ones
and i wanna dance in the rain just so i can appreciate it
and i wanna go to sleep anticipating the next day instead of regretting the one before it

tlloyd

do you like me? check yes, no or maybe.

boys are stupid. enough said.
ok well maybe not.

dear boy,
i think you're kinda cute and i'm feelin' your style. i would give u my phone number but i'll be too nervous to talk to you. maybe one day but not today. feel free to smile at me when u see me around cuz it'll really make my day.
thanks.
sincerely, girl.

tlloyd

don't call it a comeback

cheers to inspirational friends. if we could record our lives, our tears, our laughter, our insane shopping habits and our taste for crab legs and homemade pasta would get us record ratings. I'm sure there are tons of cliques that would say the same thing but please do not confuse us: we are NOT a clique. We are individuals that have great, historic times when life allows us to come together. Whether days, weeks, months or years fly by, when we get together, it's always a good ol' time.

bingo!

tlloyd

the bronx

harlem is not a borough. just a reminder.

legendary.

Michael?
Not you, Michael.
Not the one who moonwalked into stardom.
Not the one who high kicked barriers down with a microphone and a jherri curl.
(you did have a jherri curl)
Not you, Michael.
Not you.

With my head hanging down and I wonder, who's loving you.

tlloyd

heads down. bottoms up.

once upon a time.

june twenty fourth two thousand nine

london and milan.
jelly and jam.
to be or not to be.

i'm just sayin...

Jazmine Sullivan "In Love With Another Man"



Does life imitate art or does art imitate life?

(There's actually a video for this but this uncut version is the truth)

being platonic can be romantic

I asked God for a good, Black man. He sent me you.
He sent me an educated, motivated, generous, kindhearted, talented, Ghanaian whose personality is the only thing brighter than his future.

Cheers.

inspired by ms. amy

press play - this post has a soundtrack.



this road is winding and dark at times
with branches slapping me in my face and vines cutting my ankles
there's nothing to hold on to for my balance to steady
feeling like cinderella with melanin
wishing a glass slipper would appear out of the dark skies above me
but i know it won't
it's the allure that keeps me coming back
possibilities feel better than falling realities
so i come to the conclusion that we aren't going anywhere at least not together

i keep going to a place that isn't my own and he keeps coming into my space
and in so many more ways than one he fertilizes my spirits with bad seeds and worse dreams
the future is hazy even with the sun shining overhead
clouds interrupt like phone calls and text messages during the mid night

innocence tap dances on my womb's stage with a desire to be born
no, not this month, fair child - he hasn't called me yet
and if he doesn't call me by tonight, i will take that morning after pill because swallowing has a totally different meaning when the alarm clock frightens my biological one

no call, no rush, no relationship, no trust
(please excuse the tangent)

even when i had no expectations
the disappointments rained like sulfur on flesh
and not all burns mean sexually transmitted disease
i thought what we had was gold cuz it glistened in our sweat
but i was just a fool who loved him and everything he made me regret

tlloyd




I'm not sure who's more captivating, the real woman or the woman on her arm (which I'm sure might be real too)




The media's f.cked up. But besides that, if there was a picture that captured all of your vices, what would it look like?

if there were such a thing as perfection

I have a little treat for you. I won't reveal the author's name but this was so good, I had to do it justice.
To say that I miss being inside you is crass....but it's true...and you've taught me not to apologize so:
I want you back on my rhythm, I want the dissonance of our moans and the sound of the IPOD to be expressed in the squeaking of the bedframe and the shaking of your legs, and even so I want more....I want to go deep...deeper than I have and than you thought i could with just what what you can feel, cuz the physical grows old in a world ruled my time and defined by moments....My poems to you are like locking the door and turning off cell phones, between each line is an ellipses like the breaths between each kiss...but distance and circumstance makes my dreams and memories unfathomable, so my words must suffice until my metaphors metamorph into foreplay with ur soul and ur heart becomes moist and... ur spirit shakes... and... u orgasm with love...yes....I'm guilty. Guilty that, that line was on facebook in hopes that your boredom would bring you to my page, like an addict strung off your touch, I wait for your correspondence like the anticipation of the first time we became one, dripping wet...with saliva, cuz since phone sex is a poor imitation of what it could be, conversation feels so much better. And I call late nights and early mornings to simulate pillowtalk cuz the only thing that feels better than cumming inside you is sharing laughter and reactions and my inner ambitions with you in the twilight between consciousness and sleep....

-Anonymous

This is what I'm talking about! I love when people get so explicit that their feelings betray all social expectations and demands [refer to: the first line of the poem]. This is direct, concise and to the point - no metaphor can match the vulgarity of these words, nor should they. The author called it a poem but I don't think this is a poem. I think this is a testimony that is unapologetic and more barbaric than stone men and the first display of fire. And the admission of guilt! I must say, there's nothing more attractive than ownership!! It's about damn time.

what is innocence?

I'm a Sociology and African American Studies double major and my entire activity in undergrad is to recognize social disparities and initiate solutions. With everything going on in the world and everything that has gone on, the task is often OVERWHELMING. Sitting in classes hearing dozens if not hundreds of factual stories of abuse, discrimination, inequality and other injustices. I'm not here to dispute who's right or wrong or even find causation for the heinous acts in history. I just want to share with you what has moved me, sometimes to tears and sometimes to action.

Below are some links to historical events that are social phenomenons.

Nanking, China



The first link is an informational blog.
The second link is another informational website.
The third link is a film that describes the events with actual footage. (Complete sidebar...The site http://www.hulu.com/ offers other free movies/documentaries/tv shows from all genres).

http://www.nanking-massacre.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanking_Massacre
http://www.hulu.com/watch/74369/nanking


The story of an enslaved people in America



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slavery
http://docsouth.unc.edu/index.html

I'll add more soon enough.

"We must learn to live together as brothers, or perish together as fools." - - Martin Luther King Jr.

yep, i think she's a classy one.

So one day, I was 8 months pregnant and I was looking at my 'no name ' belly. All of a sudden this petite and gorgeous woman walks across my television to accept an award. As she accepts her awards, she tells the story of how she got pregnant in college and everyone except for one person (Debbie Allen) said she wouldn't make it. She gave birth to her son, finished school and was so thankful that she never gave up!

Needless to say, I got pregnant in college, everyone said I wouldn't make it. I gave birth to a little girl and I'm graduating this year. I'm so thankful I never gave up!

That 'no named' belly turned into Taraji...talk about inspired.
.

Queenie in "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button"



On the red carpet



On the red carpet again

There's nothing more stunning than a woman who knows her struggle, embraces it and glides right through it.

Round of applause for Taraji P. Henson.
Oh and two claps for the belly.

the wheels are spinning

tuna can taste good without mayonnaise.
im still a whitney houston fan.
why does there have to be a female version of a hustler?
women - don't apologize if you don't like sports - you were conditioned that way.
men - it's not what you do that really bothers me, it's what you don't do.
my mother's my fashion icon.
i'm terrified of diabetes. but im not scared of anything else.
i love stilettos. i own flats by default.
london's fog is the perfect accessory for a cup of tea.
two words: no epidural.
if it's a great picture of you, crop it. they'll understand.
i don't believe in asking someone for something i can do myself.
my mother swears by cotton underwear.
run cold water or chew gum while you cut onions so you won't cry.
let a three year old be a three year old.

insecurities, delusions and polygamy

So he hasn't called me, what does that mean? Damn I can't get a text message just to say, "hello, are you still breathing baby?" (Don't you call the person you're sleeping with? Isn't that common courtesy?) What does that mean? Oooooh, he's probably with 'her.' Because him and I are only committed for moments at a time, which means when we're not together, maybe that's where she fills in the spaces (and vice versa). I can't help but wonder for all the times he isn't with me, he must be with her. Why can't I believe him when he says he was asleep, playing basketball or actually doing work (because that's what attracted me to him in the first place, he has a great work ethic, not to mention he's really f.ckin cute)? Because I'm insecure and I don't even know why. He hasn't even given me a reason to be except for the fact that we're not mutually exclusive which was a mutual agreement in the first damn place.

However, I do think that the lack of commitment sends me on a wild goose chase to find some dirt or to find some lie to save myself from the potential heartbreak. This gray area sh.t won't let me enjoy each day for it what it's worth instead of what it could be. I feel like I make up all of these indiscretions to shield myself from the truth - that I like him. I like him enough to get hurt and since nobody wants to get hurt, I am desperately searching for a reason to let go.

And let me not put all the blame on him either. I'm not looking for a relationship per se primarily because I am in a state of transition and though I like him today, I can't guarantee that for tomorrow. I might move or quit school or get hurt (God forbid), but what I'm trying to say is that in my shaky lifestyle it would be unfair to try and build something that needs concrete to last. So I nag myself to insomnia. I keep myself up at night in my bed alone wondering who's in his. I have the urge to go through his phone and read his text messages for some evidence that he likes her more than me which would be the perfect reason to spare myself the drama and dismiss him before I fall too deep.

But the difference between men and women (I've found) is that even if I'm not looking for a particular status, I am still open minded to it. I'm not so sure he thinks the same way. Like, even if he wasn't looking for a relationship, what if he found that he liked me a lot, would he at least entertain the idea? Probably not, at least it hasn't happened yet. Would he be ok with going separate ways without at least trying a relationship with me? If it doesn't work then, we can move on and say we had a good run but if it does, then we'd keep moving on to a place where we could only be happier. Ahh. Sometimes I just want reassurance. Sometimes, I want to be reminded of why we decided to take this adventure with one another. What's even more shameful is that pillowtalk and great sex are not reassuring enough.

So here we go on this merry go round, alluding to a future, never discussing the past and trying desperately to submerge ourselves in the moment so we don't have to explain anything past how good this feels for now.

This piece below wraps this relationship up in verses and rhymes. Scopio Blues makes a very good point. I need to relax. If it's meant to be, it will and if it's not, it won't. I just need to let nature do its work. Enjoy.

words play more than children

gold mines rush puberty to get to the end of the rainbow.
yellow brick roads hold scattered footprints chasing stolen dreams.
raindrops dance on her eyebrows to mimic the thunderstorms on distant islands.
little girls dance on their stepfathers' toes because their real daddies have stepped out.
ex-boyfriends leave messages on the voice mail so you can rewind the bullsh.t out loud.

dark spaces can only be filled in with darker memories so the contrast can achieve some kind of equality, maybe even reciprocity.
meanwhile mother nature laughs at our attempt to make sense of things we cannot touch.

bellies dance with teen pregnancy and high school diplomas become dull in sight of baby bottles and footsies.
the murder rate goes up but more dreams die than people.
but who's keeping those statistics?

lakes dry and deserts become soaking wet with the tears of gods.
clocks work backwards in order to fulfill the prophecy of yesterdays intentions.
so even if your mind's on time, every molecule in your body is already late rushing through destiny's traffic to crash into fate anyway.

literal translation?
cali and new york meet for the first time and make love on the first date because they don't know when they'll meet again.
indecency grows out of desperation and a child is born to strangers for parents.
drunk and sex replace mom and dad.
and the hangover regurgitates the night's memories.

rhythm & blues: two words that describe me perfectly.

1. I've come to realize that my last kiss only matters if i feel the butterflies.

2. I am listening to....my feelings more often than anyone else's.

3. I talk...to everyone including myself.

4. I love, love, love ...the process of writing.

5. My best friend/s...aren't my friends anymore. They're my sisters.

6. My mother is....perfect for my father .

7. My job...gives me

• a paycheck
• great friends
• and plenty of laughs

8. My first real relationship...is over won't be my last.

9. Love is...what you make it and mine is unconditional.

10. Marriage is...not for everyone.

11. My tv is....like an ex, I only let it entertain me when I'm lonely. ( shrugs shoulders )

12. I'll always...be bruised but not broken.

13. I'll never...regret October 24, 2005.

14. The last time I really cried was...:: clock ticking :: when I couldn't express myself in words. It's rare but it happens.

15. My cell phone is....bittersweet . I hate that I love it so, But I love that I don't need it.

16. When I woke up this morning....I was still thinking about last night.

17. Before I go to bed....I realize I couldn't even count my blessings if I tried, so I just say "thank you" to whoever's listening.

18. Right now I am thinking about...unicorns, ronde de jambs, R & B and the court system - not in any particular order.

19. Babies are...the only examples of innocence God allows.

20. I get on the Internet...to bullsh.t examine social trends. It's amazing how manypeople will do the same thing, no matter how trivial it may be in definition.

21. Today I was....refreshing my technique in contemporary dance.

• point and flex
• leg extension
• arabesque
• and LEAP!

22. Tomorrow I will be...returning to finish the second most important task -working towards two degrees after dropping out my freshmen year.

23. I really want to be...a reflection of my mother in the image of my father and thesilhouette of my grandmother to inspire the likeness which is my daughter.

24. If I could go back in time ....I would take more pictures so I can see my emotions in black and white portraits.

A sincere thank you for bearing with me as I exercised my right to be a facebook whore a vigilante for words.

tlloyd
The best thing you can wear is a smile.

stilettos and broken hearts

i tripped over the bullsh.t and
fell
fell
fell:: a long ways

into his lap

So i decided to tell his friend a familiar secret
i pulled down the zipper and opened my mouth 

:: you know i'm not that kind of girl :: 

only to speak my mind, i promise
now that i have your attention, hear me and fear me ..

like blizzards that make snowmen dance and tsunamis that drown sandcastles

[ahem] let me clear my throat and wrap my hands around it...
the mic of course

Ladies & Gentlemen
or
dead beat daddies and broke ass mamas
or
home wreckers and heart breakers
or
hoes and well, more hoes 

[cuz I believe in equality]
the yin & the yang: the balance and.Idon't.will.not.do.not.and.won't.give.a.f.ck.about.societal.norms.because.I'd.rather.have.standards ]]

I DIGRESS
back to the topic at hand as my fingers wrapped
around and around and around - the truth's widening girth

deep throat took on a whole new meaning as the words spewed from my lips
i got deeper than he ever could in his choreographed strokes
he may have hit my walls but i had fractured his soul
challenging &&&&& demeaning the parts of him that took advantage of my appetite

[[ sometimes I get so mad that I stutter , like he did when he was lying ]]

IIIII was at work late....IIIII'm not f.cking her..

riiiiight. I mean, wrong. dead wrong.

i craved love & he fed me bullsh.t
i believed in baring my soul and he was an avid supporter of indecency

as i held on to him, i felt the beat of his pulse & i was tempted to ride the wavewith my rotating hips and gyrating thighs but i could only stare at the moment growing swollen with his urge and my disgust

this was::
• disengaging sex
• the break up
• the prelude to angry voicemails
• vanilla ice cream with the chocolate syrup
• and the disparity of the orgasm

...he wanted to come and i had to go...

as i unraveled each finger, i begged my soul to follow suit
my mind led the way and my heart trailed along sadly in bits and pieces

the shards cut my hands as i swept up the remains,

"don't worry, true love tastes better anyway." 

the rage kisses the delinquent on the forehead.

i can taste judgment on your lips
and infidelity on your d.ck ---- shh...

that was totally inappropriate

the voices in my head interrupt--
"everything that's deemed inappropriate always feels better...remember that time when you did it on the kitchen counter?" 
Alright alright!, stop puttin my business in the street.
"Im just saying, that was definitely inappropriate but it felt good, didn't it?"
I hit my head...hard!
"Besides that..."
I plead the fifth...and who decides what's inappropriate anyway?

[[ back to the regularly scheduled program ]] [[ americans dont like interruptions ]]

God forbid that my full lips are worth more than poppin lip gloss
MAC can't hide my filthy words and my RATED R verbs

make up won't make me ...the foundation crumbles under the liner of my mineral oils
and the pigments they say that make my eyes bright only dim my soul
that right there was the deep sh.t, please keep up with me, i promise im worth the chase

i can taste judgment on your lips
and infidelity on your d.ck ---- shh...
...no one's supposed to know

i used to rhyme for the sake of rhythm until i realized my words were your puppets
so i stripped my mind of your opinions and stripped my body of your fingerprints

and now i grind to the baseline
my hips move to the formation of my sentences
and my back bows to the weight of my experience instead of your hands

i've come to realize that you only put your tongue in my mouth to curb my own...
so i'd rather you not kiss me, but rather uplift me
instead of loving me while i lie on my back, adore me standing up
admire my shape from a distance and hear my words in your dreams

visit my nightmares with logic and favors while i toss and turn in the bed you left behind
we are not conscious reflections of one another but rather scars dressed up in mini skirts and wife beaters looking delectable on the platter of insecurity, deceit and my all time favorite...ignorance

come to the ball in your sunday's best -- we won't give a f.ck about monday through saturday
at the end of the night ... right before your run your hand up my thigh, i'll open my mouth...

and let my rage kiss your delinquency on the forehead...
there's nothing more erotic than defiance. call cinderella and tell her...

im the baddest b.tch in town.

apples and oranges

he makes me come...
to terms with his polygamy and our pillowtalk
i tell him it's his because it is and he made it that way.

((he put his name on it when he made me scream his))

and i only whisper secrets so this is anything but

let the neighbors hear this lovemaking
a.n.d. e.v.e.n. t.h.o.u.g.h.

we're not in love figuratively

when he goes deep [beware. tangent ahead.]

• deep like twisted metaphors


• deep like the acres of my soul


• deep like my mother's oven


• deep like the words that aren't even in the dictionary yet because 'bootylicious' beat them to it

literally he is IN love 
[either way, we LOVE trying] you get the f.cking point::pun intended

let the force of our attraction interrupt the still of the night's monogamy (f.ck that too)
and disturb the natural order of bootycalls. 

i adore him, especially during the last ten seconds
because when he holds my waist and i lean my head back,
I swear, i pinky swear
I see something real.

maybe a two story house, three kids and cookies on sunday afternoons... 

yet and still

at this very moment, my happiness is having his life knock on my womb...
and one day my soul might answer

But today, it's probably her turn. 

i'll call him next week and see if he's available for
humor, soft lips and ten seconds of commitment. 

committed to happiness. no titles necessary.

he makes me come...
to terms with his polygamy and our pillowtalk
i tell him it's his because it is and he made it that way.

((he put his name on it when he made me scream his))

and i only whisper secrets so this is anything but

let the neighbors hear this lovemaking
a.n.d. e.v.e.n. t.h.o.u.g.h.

we're not in love figuratively

when he goes deep [beware. tangent ahead.]

• deep like twisted metaphors


• deep like the acres of my soul


• deep like my mother's oven


• deep like the words that aren't even in the dictionary yet because 'bootylicious' beat them to it

literally he is IN love 
[either way, we LOVE trying] you get the f.cking point::pun intended

let the force of our attraction interrupt the still of the night's monogamy (f.ck that too)
and disturb the natural order of bootycalls. 

i adore him, especially during the last ten seconds
because when he holds my waist and i lean my head back,
I swear, i pinky swear
I see something real.

maybe a two story house, three kids and cookies on sunday afternoons... 

yet and still

at this very moment, my happiness is having his life knock on my womb...
and one day my soul might answer

But today, it's probably her turn. 

i'll call him next week and see if he's available for
humor, soft lips and ten seconds of commitment. 

it's in the parentheses (i mean it)

this is so complicated
(it's simple)

i wish he would SPELL it out for me but this is as far as he got:::
(these are the heinous acts of terrorists)

this is hooked on phonics for adults. keep up folks, this is the good part.
(broken hearts and broken glass sound the same)

i lkie yuo ubt relatiosnhips arne't my tihng...
(smeoeon iwll pya for thsi) [i.e. our taxes, you mean?]

and all i could say was:: i'll ksis yuo aynway.
(because in my mind, tragedy comes in the morning light, remember September 11th?)

[I apologize for the tangent ahead]
we always
want relationships
to move forward ----->
but we can only
understand them
backwards <------
what kind of dyslexic ass bullsh.t is that?I take that back - the apology that is.

we kissed, we had sex (great sex), we fell in love, we got married, we had a baby.
(I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending)
yes. that was nas' song rewind. pay attention. and yes he's from new york.

we kissed, we had sex (unprotected sex), we had a baby, never fell in love and never got married.
(planning is for entertainment purposes only). that's why i laugh at birth control 

spell out my laughter and pass me the epidural
(because when everything falls down, suddenly you see all the signs you ignored) 

my water didn't break, but my heart did
(you can call 911 but they won't make it in time)

he's either gonna knock you down or knock you up 
(and nothing can stand in the way of destiny, not even America)

against each other, our bodies erupt in torment
(and the memorabilia of death moves you even in still frames)

the anger fingers sympathy and life has an affair with morals
can you taste the imagery? be careful, you might be allergic to reality.
(because everybody's god has different requirements) 

everything real isn't permanent and everything permanent isn't real
(boom, we finally crash in the clear blue sky)

what's louder than thunder and brighter than lightning? 
(one word - AnGER)
can't you see the rage? I keep telling ya'll pay attention

flames ROSE as I burned his clothes with Angela Bassett's cigarette 
::flames bloom better than roses::
(flames ROSE as the buildings fell and the ash filmed the streets like oil to a canvas)

the glass shattered as i introduced my titanium bat to his back window 
broken hearts and broken glass sound the same, remember?
(the glass shattered as the the rage of Allah introduced a 747 to somebody's fax machine)


we are so broken 
(we are so broken)

don't call me a victim cuz i got my heart broken
(don't call us victims cuz we're new yorkers)

I survived it
(we survived it)

this is so complicated 
(it's simple)

I loved him
(but I will always love New York) 

liberals rock the cradle

my ex thinks we're getting back together.

we're not.

build a bridge and get over it.

i believe in apologies like children believe in santa claus

(they only make an appearance once a year and eventually i grew out of it)

bright lights stay on all night in new york

but they eventually shatter under the weight of tourists

as we have

our love crumples itself in office wastebaskets and empty ice cream cartons

empty sidewalks and back alleys remember the way we kissed

the darkness comforts the loneliness

and his expectations are diffused by the reality that beauty cannot exist in falsehoods

so we are ugly in the habit of our deceit

"yes I f.cked him."

"yes I f.cked her."

the truth is a beautiful beginning to the ending

and though the tears add salt to the wounds

the pain lets me know that the bleeding will cease and my heart will beat anyway

resilient to the forbidden text messages and the forgetful mind

we can only notice that life moves on as it ends

so the four walls cave in to our indiscretions

and the floor shakes till it breaks

the heart: his, mine and whoever else got wrapped up in our claws collapse in defeat

we are over

we don't interlock fingers and we don't whisper secrets to each other's lips

we are silent films reflecting off of one other's surfaces

emotions creep over our faces trying to explain the things we cannot say

the tears burn

the clouds pour

the love ends

x marks the spot

warning: ex boyfriend lives here. here's your spare key.

tlloyd

angry women are the best kind

I can't get you out of my head...and all I wanna do is talk about you like black girls do in hair salons over rollers, weaves and jerri curls I just wanna spill my guts about the time we made love on the kitchen counter, the shower and your roommate's bed I just wanna regurgitate the memories over my PORCELAIN GOD and settle my stomach and my thoughts I wanna discuss our pillow talk and our love over martinis and 40s I wish they knew how you tore my insides up with your false promises and your colorful hopes

And I wish sex was tattooed on your skin so it could last forever. AAAHHH! Ha ha ha... Same letters, different order and different meanings. Our attraction is so frugal. It won't take us the rest of the way

And I look at you lying next to me, I don't feel like this is the end of the road for us But who's gonna drive? Cuz I'm TIRED. I'm sleepy tonight. Too sleepy to make love. It's a dish best served fresh and this routine has gotten old.

You hold on to me as I reach out to you but I'm too tired to reach out tonight baby. I just wanna close my eyes But I've stayed awake so long because I was afraid you'd be gone by the time I blinked I'm a dreamer that can't even sleep. Ouch. I can't even sing this pain away. Humming will do for now. We are opposites, reflections of one another. How could you be so cold when I keep you so warm? Your silence tells me more than your moans and I know this CD is on repeat. This is the outro. Her lips are on your cover and my tears are your lyrics. We kiss tears for an hour and thirty minutes. I just wanna say thank you to my manager. What's 10% of heartbreak? You. -TLloyd