INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

To the son I'll probably never have.. From the man you'll never call dad. I just needed to speak my piece, Give you the advice I never had. See in this world so much can go wrong, And it's hard to see the right. The darkness in people's hearts, Can make it hard to see the light... But if nothing else believe in yourself, Make sure you always follow your heart, Even though there will be some times, When that leads to it being torn apart, And when you do experience heart break, Take it from my experience first hand, Becoming a player won't make you feel better, Sexual conquest don't make you a man. Life is what you make it,  Find your talent and embrace it, Your dreams are precious and sacred, Protect them don't let the world take it. If you make a promise try and keep it, A man has to be true to his word. Hard work and determination, Respect isn't given until it's earned. And if you ever find yourself, In a place where yo...

Who you with? Who you been given your precious love? I hope you not with him just to pass the time like just because... Because I miss you but you know that I can't say it right...? And you just as stubborn so I know you gonna put up a fight. But I'm on your page looking at your pictures liking every post, And I know you see me watching you but you already made yo choice.. So I had no choice, had to step away and try to respect your space, But don't think for a second that I've forgotten about the beauty of your face, Because I wish that I could see you, and I wish that I could call, But my pride won't let me do it, no I'll never take that fall. Either you gonna reach out to me, or we just never gonna speak at all. I know you'll be good through the summer, but like temperatures you bound to fall. So, who you with? Who been given your precious time? I know he loves your body, but does he even appreciate your mind? Or recognize your grind, doe...

She grew up in the south at a time when that phrase carried a stigma. The daughter of a preacher, wrapped in the holy cloth of religion from birth and sheltered from the world, she spent all her time in the sacred walls of the tabernacle looking outward. The reverend, head of the flock, always time for his people leaving little time for his family, still had the heart of his baby girl. But the girl who grew up holy eventually falls, the weight of the biblical pressure always too much to stand up right. So she falls, she falls, and she falls, right into the hands of the sinner. A handsome man with a devilish smile and chiseled body is there to catch her. From his very introduction the feeling of seduction, all too new to her is overwhelming, like the smell of your mothers kitchen after being away at school so long and finally returning home. The scent was inviting, new and familiar, and tempting all the same. The reverend, a former man of the street, smart to the realities of the wor...