INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

We both too old to be playing games, Like being in the club giving fake names, With the fake lames, and the boogie dames. Can we stop playing? I mean I'm just saying. Are you feeling me, cause I'm feeling you? And I already know your feelings true. But you playing games, you acting up Stop playing like you don't give a f*ck. Like I'm not the one to pick your spirits up, Even the furthest away I'm the nearest one. Tell me if I'm the dearest one, That you think about, when nobodies up. I'll pick your body up, and put your body down, This is serious girl, don't play around. This is Boyz to Men, this is Jodeci, This is Dru Hill, this is H - Town So don't let the water run dry, Under these April showers, Come and talk to me, We could talk for hours. About real love, Let's talk about real love, I mean it could be real love, If you ready to deal love. Cause you know how I feel love, But you know I can't steal love. You g...

I'm a big hopeless romantic, and for us, the "how we met" story is important. It should be magical in it's moment, and memorable to the masses. For me, the "how we met" story is so important, that at times I may discount a girl I like just because I don't believe how we met was magical enough. I mean it's a story you are going to be telling family and friends for years to come, and always seems like the best relationships start with a great start. Say you are in line at the coffee shop your name is Alex, but so is this really pretty girl, who you bump into when they call out the order for Alex, so you both reach for the cup at the same time and touch hands. MAGIC. Or you are about to get in line at the grocery store when this guy cuts you off, so you start arguing with him, and somehow by the time it's all over, you have a date planned. MAGIC. I guess that's why I am not the biggest fan of internet dating. There is no spark to that, no mag...

It's too easy to fall in love, Love is just a click away. You in love with her for now, But tomorrow is a new day. I mean tomorrow is a new bae, Weren't you just with her last week? You referring to her as your girl, But which girl is it that you mean? It's too easy to fall in love, Or it's too easy to fall in like, Cause he in love with all your pictures, That's why every post he like. But she gotta man that's local, And she got one far away, She gotta' man in New York, And she keeps one in L.A. She's gotta man for sexing, Yeah he hits it how she likes, She gotta man for tricking, Yeah he spending every night. She gotta man who's perfect, But she don't even treat him right, She put him in the friend zone, Yeah that brother serving life. It's too easy to fall in love, It's too easy it's too easy, Just a couple of text messages, And you could lose your breezy, Like you should see the way he treats me, I...

I fell in love in a dream, I fell in love with a dream, It was the ideal moment, it was the picture perfect scene. Reality was too harsh, the real of it unfair, So I drifted off into a dream, knowing that she'd be there. When I close my eyes is when I wake up, She lies there with no make-up, Pretending like she's asleep, But really wanting for me to wake up. I stare at her for what feels like hours, We're stuck in the bed, Listening happily to the sound of rain showers. As soft as the kisses I place on her head. It's an early autumn day, in our big loft in the city, With the floor to ceiling windows, the fall can be so pretty. And we're wrapped up in our covers, our Egyptian cotton sheets, And the smell of her hair, is just so wonderfully sweet. And we lay and talk for hours, about our trips around the globe, London and Paris, and our most recent trip to Rome, And of all the beautiful places, none of them was like home, Home is where your smi...

Spring is upon us and it seems that most of the public refers to this being the time that love is in the air. Well, that's a positive spin on the fact that a lot of people just got through the holidays and you are now getting dumped. "Cuffing Season" is over is the more accurate theme. They say love is in the air, but it smells a bit like lust, and sundresses, and crop tops, and bikini's. Last year I did a blog about the "Top 5 Songs to Stunt on Your Ex". Well, before you can get to a point where you are ready to stunt on your ex, there is a grieving period we all have to go through. And per usual, I'm here to provide support. So here's my list of my top break up songs to help you get through. This list will obviously be debatable as I wish I could do 20 songs, but who has the time? But for certain, Chris Brown's "These Hoes Ain't Loyal", will not be on my list. How the hell do you have a song called these hoes ain't loyal but y...

Almost three years ago exactly I wrote an article titled, "You Say He's Just a Friend", in which I highlighted the 3 reasons why a guy would be a women's friend. (see link below). Those three reasons were; He wants to hit it He's Gay The Homie Clause Revolutionary stuff I know...but a recent internet discussion has thrusted the topic back into my life and I feel the need to present new information. First I told you why a guy wants to be your friend, but it now seems important for me to explain to the ladies why we don't our woman to have guy friends. So from the mind of a man, here are the top three reasons why we don't care for chicks with male friends. THE BACK UP HITTER: When it comes men and male egos, nothing sets us off more than the thought of our girl having sex with someone else. And our first duty is to remove all possible threats to the poo-tang. Now you meet a beautiful chick and you've started dating and you fi...

Well if our love is just a moment, I'll purchase ever second just to say that I have owned it, And in that thought, I pray that you never loaned it. Your heart's my responsibility, so i take the onus, And it's all on us, To protect our moments from the world because they all up on us. Jealous of our love because they can’t repeat our performance. Bitter memories of sweet times, If I could stay sleep I’d be fine, Because my dreams are always of you, Being awake is nightmare I wish I could undo, But if I have to give up my love for your dreams Then you can dance on my heart until your feet bleed. Because what you love, is what I love about you, And to deny you your love, no I’m not about to. All I ask is that you remember me, All the nights I kissed you tenderly, You were such a good friend to me, That’s why I pray the day you return to me.