While growing up as a kid, I saw very pretty ladies date complete
douche bags but I didn't sulk and let that get to me, I only felt it would be
nice to have my own cutie because, for my own i could practically
derive a whole new
meaning of the word cuddle, I’d
re-define a brief kiss (it would be a kiss on the ear tip, nose tip, finger tip, on the lower lip and the forehead) you hear a
brief kiss you run because I might dwell on that. I’d sing and play the guitar
for you (though I find it difficult to do both at the same time.
Being a “no doer” and allowing things work on proxy has being my thing from time immemorial but I know
this much “quitting when I am
dead is not the same as quitting when I’m alive…” I’d be here and would not give up on my own as long as I didn't choose the latter. I
could relinquish giving you a fetus so you can have me all to yourself just to
reaffirm my unalloyed feeling of affection.
I will only accept the things I cannot change, have
the courage to change the things I can change and pray to God for wisdom to know the difference; but believe me even if the chips are down; I will never use these words "It is not
you, its me… I’m still
working on myself…. I cannot be a part of two until I’m a better one… you make
me wanna be a better man……"
I could do more!
