jlynn27's Blog

Sometimes I don't wanna talk It does not mean you've wronged me at all There are just times I don't want to answer or call Sometimes I don't wanna laugh Even though it feels good and although I can't really explain Sometimes I wish I could Sometimes I want to cry alone and Not have a soul to try and wipe the tears away Not because I like being sad it's just At times there is nothing they can say Sometimes I want to run without a specific destination Just run so, I can breathe and escape the suffocation Sometimes I want to scream and have no one around to hear No ones responses or facial expressions as they cover their ears Sometimes I dream about love and what I could be missin Other times I feel like I couldn't deal with the commitment At times I get so lonely that it's too much to bare but, Turn around and feel smothered when, Someone shows they care I admit I run scared It happens every time and, I long for them later when they no longer want to be mine Sometimes I feel as though real love is too much to behold But still I pray for it so that I can feel the warmth I felt before I grew this cold I come off as a "good girl" Women always claim to be drawn to me but, eventually I step down from the pedestal I'm not knocked off by them, It's just something I choose to do In fact I do have morals and I'm different from the rest it's just Sometimes I feel better getting left So there are no disappointments No surprises, No lies No strings, No shock, No rings, No ties, I wait for the demise

I've had my fill of bullsh*t so I'm pushing back the plate So don't get all bent outta shape when I tell u I already ate Watching my bullsh*t intake because I can no longer carry the weight of it So much of it my stomaches sick I've had all the.."I love you's" and "it's just u and me's Sorry to cut this dinner short but, "check please" Been there done that..and been back again I already know ur next line too it's, "Well everybody needs a friend" Sorry to disappoint you but again, I have had my fill You're use to those materialistic *itches who will accept any bullsh*t thrown their way As long as at the end of the day they are paid With some sort of light bill money Funny how you always claim to want "real" Your definition of real doesn't exist Tell me why the loud mouth, "what can u do for me?" b*tches Who are quick to holla at a stud for their riches Looking only to get bills paid Are always partnered up with some dumb f*ck who willingly does You say you like them sassy b*tches Them ride or die? Well pardon me for having some class Bullsh*t doesn't enthuse me Nor can I be bought You thought I was a rookie to this but I already been taught I applaud ur attempt to season it up but, I've had it a million and one ways You're trying to spice it up a bit but I'm not fazed I'm pushing back the plate Box this up for the next b*tch because, I already ate

Like any natural living breathing thing she wants to be loved

Often times being overlooked because of the extreme need

Vessels dying to be quenched lay lifeless because love is equivalent to living

Even flirtations full of adoration's go unrecognized..she has been faced with those things before and has come to realize the falseness it hides

Many try to conquer and defeat the ugly beast that guards her heart

Every attempt failed..so heartbroken by her past experiences with love....she has a fear of it...yet and still she wants it...like yesteryear, before she grew so cold....and her need for it shows as if begging for people to attempt to love her loveless soul

Femme's are welcome to shop

A store that sells studs has just opened in Miami, where a femme may go to choose a stud. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the attributes of the studs increase as the shopper ascends the flights.There is, however, a catch...you may choose any stud from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building! So, a femme goes to the Stud Store to find her stud... On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1: These studs have jobs and love the Lord. The second floor sign reads: Floor 2: These studs have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids. The third floor sign reads: Floor 3: These studs have jobs, love the Lord, love kids and are extremely good looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads: Floor 4: These studs have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and help with the housework "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads: Floor 5: These studs have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak. She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads: Floor 6: You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no studs on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that femmes are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Stud Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!

REMEMBER: Greed is one of the seven deadly sins. You have to learn to be grateful for what you have to get more. When you are ungrateful you end up with nothing.......

VISUALIZATIONS BEEN FUKIN YOU UP

THINKIN ABOUT ANOTHER STUD GETTING SOME OF THIS LOVE BUT,

YOU RAN AWAY FROM ME SO TO MY HEART YOU NO LONGER HOLD THE KEY

YOU CANT KEEP ME YOURS ONCE YOU DECIDE TO WALK OUT THEM DOORS

AND WHAT I DO DOESN'T CONCERN YOU ANYMORE

PLEASE LET ME BE SINCE YOU MADE IT CLEAR THAT HERE IS NOT WHERE YOU WANT TO BE

AND STOP MAKING UP EXCUSES TO COME AND SEE ME

NO I HAVEN'T SEEN YOUR BUTTON UP OR

ANYTHING ELSE YOU SAY YOU LEFT BEHIND SOOO

IF IT IS HERE JUST CONSIDER THAT SHYT MINE

YOU WANT TO KEEP ONE FOOT INSIDE THIS DOOR

TELL ME YOU DONT WANT ME ANYMORE BUT,

MY NEIGHBORS SAY YOU BEEN PEEKING IN MY WINDOW

TRYING TO GET A CLUE

WONDERING IF I HAVE SOMEHOW REPLACED YOU AND NOW

YOUR OWN VISUALIZATIONS ARE FUKIN YOU UP

THINKING ABOUT ANOTHER STUD GETTING SOME OF THIS LOVE