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Me Being Me
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
End
I loved you,but you were never mine.

We meet eachother at a party,everything was going
just fine.

We exchanged numbers,and talked plenty of night away.

Started to see eachother,every other day.

But,something was never really right.

I mean I'll call you and you wouldn't say my name.

I hear someone in the backround, but to you it was
always a sister or a friend.

I never second guessed you,or treated you like a
liar.

But, then we would see eachother only at night and never during the day.

It still didn't make sense untill I seen her.

But,it wasn't only her,it was you to.

Come to find out,you had a girl who had a baby on
the way.

I stop accepting calls, and avoided you.

You tried to explain,said you needed me,but that was
bull.

So that was the end of me and you.

Posted by poetry/l_singleton at 1:10 AM
Updated: Monday, January 24, 2005 5:07 PM
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For You
Papi for you I would ride.
I would do anything you ask me to.
Why don't you understand that?
Instead, you have me listen to you talk about other gurls.
Ones, we both know won't do good by you.
Why, don't you stop playing games and come my way?
Damn, what do I got to do get your attention?
We been talking for a couple of months.
Shared thing we wouldn't tell anyone esle.
Yet,we never went there.
Never talked about us.
I want to stop playing games and be yours.
'Cause for you I'll do anything.
And only For You.



Posted by poetry/l_singleton at 12:46 AM
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Strong

Black

Wise

What makes a boy into a man?

Caring

Loving

Loyal

What makes a women worthy of a man?

It's what you don't see that makes me, me.
I'm loyal to the one I love.
Caring, loving, and eveything that he needs.
But am I worthy?
In your mind, I'm another girl you can smash.
Another girl you can add to your list.
But, to him I'm worthy.
I'm the last peice of the puzzle that he's been looking for.
The one he will give his life for and his love to.
To him I worthy and that ebough for me and you.

Posted by poetry/l_singleton at 12:31 AM
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Nothing
No Good

No Nothing

Bitch

In your eyes I'm just another bitch

And that might be true

I mean I'm not going to deny it

Being a bitch is part of me

But I'm more then that I'm a honor roll student, a good sister and a loving daughter

See, if I went by what you say I would be another
girl who needs a guy to make them feel specail

But, I know I dont need you I need me and thats
enough

Posted by poetry/l_singleton at 12:26 AM
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Brother
When we were younger we hated eachother

I mean, we were brother and sister but family or not we hated eachother

Then we grew older and we loved eachother

Now your in Flordia and we miss eachother

Mom says I become more like you everyday

From the way I walk to the way I act

To her I'm Lil Dj

But to me I'm not acting like you your a part of me

When I was younger to I grew older you were my dad
my brother my frind

You are my brother and I love you for it

Posted by poetry/l_singleton at 12:21 AM
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You
You came from no where and I knew you were what I needed

From the first time we meet till the first time we made love

You You You Me Me Me

Damn, I thought we would be together
foreva but I guess I was wrong

I mean not before long it went from you you you to her her her

Why didnt I see it coming, I didnt see it untill it was to late

But, I'm cool cause it went from you you you to him him him


Posted by poetry/l_singleton at 12:13 AM
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Sunday, December 26, 2004
Trust
Mood:  crushed out
Dis one is not by me, but it was sent to me by my friend.
Trust

Trust has many definitions
Each means alot to me
It's said to stand for dependance
But you can't depend on what you can't see

Trust is said to be needed
But it isn't always a must
To some people it is easy
But other fear to trust


Trust is a hard thing to gain
But can very easily be lost
So always keep in mind
Trust doesn't have a dollar cost


Trust will bring love
But can cause hate to
How will your feelings react
When someone walks out on you?


Trust ins't just a word
It's everything you feel inside
It builds love and care
But can't help what we hide


Trust is said to stand for faith
But how do you make it true?
The first step in trusting someone
Is learning who to trust

Can you trust me?







Posted by poetry/l_singleton at 6:24 AM
Updated: Tuesday, January 18, 2005 12:02 AM
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Love
Mood:  energetic
Now Playing: Lovers and Friends- Lil John, Usher, and Ludachris
Love to me is my family.
Love to me is my goddaughter.
Love to me is my future lover and friend.
Love is everything that I needed and they gave.
For love I'll take a bullet and never even blink.

So, for love I write this poem to tell everyone that love has a purpose and is waiting so, if you never found love try giving some and it might come back for a change.

Posted by poetry/l_singleton at 6:09 AM
Updated: Tuesday, January 18, 2005 12:57 AM
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Sweety
Mood:  happy
I was your sweety from day one.

It was a fact and no one could ever deny that.

Even though you was on lock down and I was free, that couldn't`t never stop the feelings I had for you and you had for me.

Many dudes came and went, but forget about them lames they will never have anything on you.

This one was legit and I knew it was true.

I mean letters back and forth, phone calls cut to short.

I was falling in love faster then ever before.
But, he felt the same and we could be happier.

No mistakes, no errors, just love.

So, for now that's my sweety and I love him the end.

Posted by poetry/l_singleton at 6:03 AM
Updated: Tuesday, January 18, 2005 12:58 AM
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Dad
Mood:  not sure
My Wish
I left a note by the door.
Did you see it?
I called your name over and over again.
Did you even try to answer me?
I don`t know or care about everyone else, I want you here with me.
But,I guess I`ll never get my wish.
Although,I`ll keep wishing dad.


Posted by poetry/l_singleton at 5:56 AM
Updated: Tuesday, January 18, 2005 12:56 AM
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