I'll let my thoughts do the talking...

Being a female is exhausting

Or perhaps its my existing

Flipping, Turning Morning

Growing... into a woman.

Constantly battling thoughts about this man...

My goals. My Dreams. My Aspirations.

Where I'll be 5 years from now

If his name I'll still Mention

Who really knows, I might have a different destination...

So you see, is it me or are we too analytical?

Getting ahead of ourselves

Taking words that are said way too literal.

Back & Forth. Back & Forth.

Debating things that probably don't need debating

My feelings I'm stating...

A constant change, Yes! I'm changing.

Why must we be driven by emotions

Piling on the sentiments

like Cocoa Butter Lotion...

Reminiscing on your skin

And the RHYTHMIC motion

of your lips against my... indeed you are a sin...

As if I am a glass of water and drinking me is all that really matters.

Break my heart, here we go again

Neyo sang Ms Independent

Providing you all with Entertainment.

What is next in line for me? For you?

So soon our souls did meet

Or MAYBE yours was looking for mine these past 5 centuries

Or MAYBE I'm just making this all up, and really should just STFU...

Or May B, May B, May B, what will BE may B.

Easily I'm lifted by the way that you speak

The way you undress my body with your eyes your love I do seek.

For a bleak second I feel my heart shift...

Right. Left. Right.

"I"m a soldier of love" like Sade, and trust I do relate...

See cupid is using my heart as bate

Forgetting that this is all fate.

I have to detach myself from this addiction

Must separate facts from fiction

My goals to be a writer,

to see a little brighter,

breath a little lighter

are still there.

I'm trying not to fall...

So reality pick up the phone

This jaded lady is placing a call.

::Unplugged::

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