pipe me the way you pipe down @Sierra Mist
Cuz...
I love you
I was one time
She was a redbone..sleek and curvy..so beautiful
we were almost inseparable..spent hours together
she felt so right in my hands
The sounds she would make as my sweat rolled onto her
She never let me down through the hot summers and cold winters
My touch would bring her to life..my fingers sliding down those curves
Then one day she was gone ..some jealous guy must have taken her
sometimes i swear i can still hear her musical humming
here is a picture of her
love a word that comes and goes but few people really know what it means to really........love somebody oh oh oh oh ah
snap on >>>>
I was one time
She was a redbone..sleek and curvy..so beautiful
we were almost inseparable..spent hours together
she felt so right in my hands
The sounds she would make as my sweat rolled onto her
She never let me down through the hot summers and cold winters
My touch would bring her to life..my fingers sliding down those curves
Then one day she was gone ..some jealous guy must have taken her
sometimes i swear i can still hear her musical humming
here is a picture of her
For all the highs love brings... the lows man.. the lows.
Be glad you never had to deal with that shyt. You will instantly understand all old school soul songs, all sad r&b, and why Ronnie's dumb ass couldn't leave Sammy alone (Jersey Shore reference)
Love is like the greatest and worst thing at the same time. That shyt hurts when it goes wrong something viscous Have a nikka totally out of character and not giving a fukk. I've seen the coolest nikkas turn into straight herbs over love. Had a cousin who was crying in front of the entire fam over a chick and talking bout how he didn't wanna eat, sleep or breathe anymore. Know a dude right now in a damn mental ward because his chick dumbed him out the blue and he started talking suicide. Love....
Sounds like me before I became fat and started fukking hookers.
This is all beside the point--I just couldn't imagine being 23 years old and not having a measly hundred bucks to fukk a hooker
I even had hooker money as a college student because I had good internships over the summer so I could stack up for expenses during the school year.
I hate to laugh but that shyt puts my own heartbreak in perspective. and you're right. I used to be the coolest, most laid back, "why would I ever settle down?" type nikka in the world. I used to watch all my friends and not understand why they were so depressed. I used to not understand wtf these r&b nikkas was babblin about.
Then it happened. Heartbreak outta nowhere. I'm good but I'll never be the same. Sometimes I wish I could have the old me back. If SOHH was still around nikkas would notice a shift in my posting style from October 2011 until now.
Scientifically, love does not exist...
Love is a social construct, people who are in love "believe" that they are in love...It's not something you can empirically know...
Also, love is not a "feeling" it's a thought process that leads to self-brainwashing...