sexydeltagirl
09-01-06, 10:16 AM
It's around that time again...
When I turn another age...
Another stage in my time on this planet...
I always get a little bitter...
Cause I think my life could be better...
I should be raising some children...
Married even...
Coming come to my white picket fence...
Not to a one bedroom apartment...
I should be living out my dreams....
Of having my own company...
Or at least have people snappin their fingers...
In a lounge named something I created...
But instead I'm still "researchin"..
Tryin to pick the right name that will do it justice....
The ones I've picked don't quite fit...
It's a lame excuse...
But please let me be...
It's my B-Day....
I should be pushing out novels...
Like woman push out babies...
But I'm still typing a few lines here and there...
I guess I'm trying to create a masterpiece..
It's a lame excuse
But please let me be...
It's my B-Day....
Which mean I've been blessed to see another year...
A time to reflect on my decisions made..
Love lost and love gave...
Tears shed over stupid nonsense...
And tears shed over pure enjoyment...
Graduations, Weddings, Funerals...
Within a years time I've attented a few...
Celebrated with the masses...
But didn't send invitation for none of the mentioned...
I managed to avoid a few bullets...
Rather the real ones or being caught slippin...
In a situation that could have caused my life...
I guess I liked to take chances in the past year...
So at midnight when I sip my Merlot and let a little tears flow...
When Billie cries out "GOD bless the child that's got his own"
I'll know she's talking about me...
I've taken a lot in the past year....
A strangers affection, a few readers admiration....
But I've worked for a lot...
Cared for a lot...
And loved a lot...
I deserve some peace and stability...
On the day GOD decided...
Shall be my born day...
When I turn another age...
Another stage in my time on this planet...
I always get a little bitter...
Cause I think my life could be better...
I should be raising some children...
Married even...
Coming come to my white picket fence...
Not to a one bedroom apartment...
I should be living out my dreams....
Of having my own company...
Or at least have people snappin their fingers...
In a lounge named something I created...
But instead I'm still "researchin"..
Tryin to pick the right name that will do it justice....
The ones I've picked don't quite fit...
It's a lame excuse...
But please let me be...
It's my B-Day....
I should be pushing out novels...
Like woman push out babies...
But I'm still typing a few lines here and there...
I guess I'm trying to create a masterpiece..
It's a lame excuse
But please let me be...
It's my B-Day....
Which mean I've been blessed to see another year...
A time to reflect on my decisions made..
Love lost and love gave...
Tears shed over stupid nonsense...
And tears shed over pure enjoyment...
Graduations, Weddings, Funerals...
Within a years time I've attented a few...
Celebrated with the masses...
But didn't send invitation for none of the mentioned...
I managed to avoid a few bullets...
Rather the real ones or being caught slippin...
In a situation that could have caused my life...
I guess I liked to take chances in the past year...
So at midnight when I sip my Merlot and let a little tears flow...
When Billie cries out "GOD bless the child that's got his own"
I'll know she's talking about me...
I've taken a lot in the past year....
A strangers affection, a few readers admiration....
But I've worked for a lot...
Cared for a lot...
And loved a lot...
I deserve some peace and stability...
On the day GOD decided...
Shall be my born day...