Thursday, December 4, 2008

Time Machine - Past welcome to heart break

tell me wat u think

They say you must look at ur past to see where u r going.

Every man's memory is his private literature. Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us. It leaves behind no fossils, except perhaps in fiction. Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin. Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future. Sadness is always the legacy of the past; regrets are pains of the memory. Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart. The future is not guaranteed. We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams. The heart that truly loves never forgets. Towards the door we never opened…..
Siting here with the radio playin
Lil corey my first time. Memories
They flash like streetlights on my
Road
Life.

First love,
Nicole….. Elementary school crush.
I watch from the background
She was miss popular
With fan club
I knew she wouldn’t notice me so i
Make sure I was back ground
But V-day was around the corner in the fifth grade
I listen 2 sweet lady
Learn the words
Wrote it and replace Sweet Lady with Sweet Ash….
Lee my bestfriend knew.
After middle school
6th grade she was lost in Miami
But in night school I ran into her
3 years later
Why?

So got her number and caked hard over a complete summer
Making ways to see eachother
She became my first love.
Ten grade, in love
Long distant, but still reachable.
I move from right to left
Dancing in love
A love before sex….
Both virgins & waiting to have sex in marriage
Respected by both parties.
i remember the love letters
Aaliyah 4 pages long
roses i gave u
ate u
i dont hate u
A year later…


Arguments once a month
Pictures of our names
Favorite characters
Pooh, mickey, tweedy.
Aaliyah….
Happy,

Drum Major
Leading a Band
In love
Not see anybody but my girl
Morgan, man
But stories came back to me

Pissed me on
Open my mouth
Sitting on who lap?
& I know the nigga?
Cool…. Push her away
Pull into Ms.K arms
The foe, the 1 she hated
Got a lot & very close and
She was near me everyday
Cnet-Drum Major
Liked by my mom
And when we broke up I ended with
k/kissing


life was forever change
the girl I was in love with
girl who was mine
the person who made me who I am
suppose to be with me at Famu
by myside.
K gets the P word
& I tried to talk to Nicole about it
& guy that like her in the middle of our love
Is her baby dad..dee?
Life
Nature of the beast
Once in a place that only lover go
Long cakin
Full of smiles
Laughter
Secrets shared
Tears shared
Feelings strengthen
Hope, faith, happiness
Go to church with u
Being with 1 once out of the week
1 year anniversary I called u the
K name of ur date
Fuck up?
Down hill from there
A kiss on another girl
The name I call u
Never leave the person u love
4 the person like
The person will leave you person they love
And it happen
A hard lesson to learn at 16-17
I will never leave u tattoo on my heart
R Kelly that we loved
I see what happen
I was head drum major
Saxophone sect leader
In famu
In the marching 100
With a house

A car
But not happy?
But I always pushed on
Keep going
Sorry for changing your future….

Every man's memory is his private literature. Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us. It leaves behind no fossils, except perhaps in fiction. Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin. Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future. Sadness is always the legacy of the past; regrets are pains of the memory. Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart. The future is not guaranteed. We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams. The heart that truly loves never forgets. Towards the door we never opened…..
Heaven only knows

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