INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

He was young and dumb. The most cliché of all cliche's, and yet the honest reality of who he was then. In fact, they were both young and dumb, but isn’t that when love is the best? A young and dumb love, with all of its fullness and richness; its flames not dampened down by the wet hurricane winds of what can only be described as adulthood. It was as pure and simple as the phrase, “boy meets girl”. But boy breaks girl’s heart, into many, many pieces, as boys often do at that age. It hurts him to see her now, all grown up, living a life he plays no part in, in a world he does not exist. He looks into her eyes and he sees his younger self, the silly, idiotic boy with the charming smile and best of intentions. She reminds him of Friday night lights and heavy schoolbooks, of crowded hallways and movie make out sessions. She reminds him of a pureness he had, long, long ago, before the world got to him. Holding her child he can’t help but wonder, who he would have been, who they would h...

He wanted to fall in love so damn fast, He was willing to make the wrong choices. He wanted to fall in love so damn bad, He was ignoring all of the voices. All of the voices in his head, Telling him that he should slow down, But everybody else so far ahead, He didn't wanna be the one left out. See he had a plan for his life, Yeah he had everything worked out. But life don't really care about plans, So naturally things ain't work out. Now he's on the edge of Thirty, Every girl he meets could be the one. So he rushes to fall in love early, Dating is painful it's no longer fun. Cause he was supposed to get married by thirty, First child by the age of thirty - two, A house with a sensible mortgage they could carry, Now she pregnant with child number two. Two car garage and his and her sinks, House in the suburbs where everybody speaks. Family vacations and trips to beach, Hanging Christmas lights on the family tree. He wrote down everything ...

I been drinking, I been drinking, And that turns into thinking, yeah I've been thinking, Now I'm all up in my feelings, yeah I can feel em' Online looking at her pictures, damn I should steal em' Jealousy all in my veins, wait what's my problem I be doing the same thing, maybe that's my problem Cause while I'm on your Instagram, staring at your pictures, I'm all up at this bar, pouring another pitcher Women all around me, asking me my name, They say like my style, they say they like my frame, Had you as my screen saver, but I had to switch it Because pretty girls with pretty curls give me their digits Get my picture back up there, yeah I'm too conceited Feed me more compliments, baby yeah I need it... I've been drinking, I been drinking And I've had one too many, now I've been thinking Why the f*ck are we not together spending all our weekends We can do it through the night just so we can sleep in, Who the hell is...

One of my new found loves' is being able to travel to places I've never been. The problem with that is that you fall in love with the places you go to, each in their own individual way. Beyond that, is the chance you fall for the people you meet as well. With the help of social media, it's far too easy to meet people all around the world, thus the dilemma. In this modern day and age, one can only observe life and come to a simple conclusion.......Love Travels. LAX: Hot summers, and cool winters The patio is fine with mine we out for dinner The city of angels, with all the sinners All the chicks is models they frames a little slimmer, Please bring your frames the sun is steady shining Please bring your gun my city forever grinding We riding, going to see my favorite girl Venice She's a little bit hipster, and a little bit of  a menace But I love her though, and you should see her smile when the sun sets She pass me a beer and say "are yo...

I should’ve tried harder, I should’ve tried to make you a part of my world I should’ve made it clear, I should’ve made you my girl I should’ve of asked you to stay, I should’ve told you not to leave. I should’ve acted better, I should’ve been the man you needed me to be. I should’ve held you a little tighter, I should’ve kissed you a little more I should’ve been there when you needed me, I should’ve never let your feet hit the floor I should’ve said I love you, I should’ve told you the truth. I should’ve listened when you spoke , I should’ve talked to you. I should’ve looked you in the eyes, I should’ve kept you close. I should’ve kept it real, I should’ve loved you the most I could’ve of shown you the world, I could’ve made you smile. I could’ve been your world, I could’ve raised our child. I could’ve spoiled you with you love, I could’ve held your hand. I could’ve made you happy, I could’ve made things grand. I could’ve of stood by your side,...

Late night and I barely can sleep, The past haunting me, cruising down memory street. Looking at the bed at the spot where she used to sleep, So lonely I catch myself sniffing the sheets... There it is, still got her scent on it, Love cost counting how much I spent on it, Facebook stalking, ah shit who this new n*gga, Forgot her love, she went found her a new n*gga. It ain't like you didn't even have a clue n*gga, Secretly hoping that at least he stay true with her. Regretfully feeling like you fucked up, And it's probably because you always stay fucked up. Out in the club taking shots getting fucked up, Walking out the door with some chick you just picked up. Ignoring her calls, deleting her text, You lost in the sauce, you in lust with her sex, Young man mistakes, becoming old news, Stuck in the same path, with these old shoes. 33 out acting like you 22 With a bad bitch find out she only 22, And feeling so high like you sitting on 22's Gotta be...

What a beautiful feeling when love songs start to make sense, And you feel like every word is just common sense. But then that heartache reveals your incompetence, And you realize that common sense ain't been common since. If love don’t cost a thing then why does it always leave you broke? Standing in the courtroom arguing over who gets the most. Good times always seem to turn into bad memories, Staring at old photo’s and asking, “do you remember me”? Please pardon all these skeleton’s in my closet, Still love don’t cost thing, but she gonna need a deposit. That’s why I'm posting pretty pictures all over my facebook To replace the man who used to tell me how pretty my face looked. My ex told me he loved me and made a bad decision, And everyday he thinks about the love that he knows he's missing. And I used to hope that one day he would feel that pain, Thinking that knowledge would help me to be whole again, But honestly his honesty ...