If We Met Again In Spring--*

I was thinking

Maybe we could talk.

Sit on a wooden bench somewhere

And talk

About anything

If you have time

Start with something simple

Like the weather

Cuz there is a gentle breeze

That flows through your eyelashes

That reminds of me ripe strawberries and apple trees

Birds are singing in perfect tune and the sky is a pretty blue

[If that interests you]

There is something holy about spring

Maybe it’s the way the flowers bloom

I tend to talk too much, so feel free to interrupt

But I am engaged in your sweet smile and the

Way your kiwi eye’s light up

The sun must have been jealous

Never been to fond of love,

But this weather is impressive

And if I could be so suggestive

Could you kiss me on my collar bone?

Lauryn said it was the sweetest thing she’d ever known
And I’d like a taste of my own.

Did you know that your words glow?

You match this season perfectly

And I’m in awe of how well your hand still fits inside mine

And your mind is genius and I’d like to keep

Pieces of you in my pockets to kiss when

The winds hit my blushed cheeks.

Lust speaks whenever you pour out with laughter,

I’m sure you’ve heard of happily ever after

And I’m really not looking for one.

But I want a happily ever now, because after will be too late

So it would be great if you could just hold me

And maybe whisper sweet something’s into my ear

[Who wants to hear nothings?]

Because I am broken and you are the closest

Thing to glue that I can find, and I don’t expect you

To get it right the first time, but I would love to see you try

Than to remain in my broken state wondering if

Your spring could have raised me back to life.

Your summer gave birth to me once, so I was just hoping

That with winter gone and all, we could sneak to that place

When you uttered the most beautiful of words to me at

5:43 in the morning when the sun was becoming vibrant

And you continuously said “I dig you”.

Revived and alive,

I sang in your summer.

Yes, your spirit made me sing!

And now I’d like to sprang in your spring.

Jump with colors you painted along my bridges

I was just thinking.

If we could just talk..

Maybe spring would listen.

EYE.ELL.YOU.

--tictac.

OH HELLO SPRING.

=]

SOUFSIDE/MILL AVE EEK. =]

Ok so sunday we had a lil girls day. went over to thee soufside to get the nails did and had a HEATED convo bout rihanna and chris brown in the shop ooweee. Then headed over to PF CHANGS! oh yes that won ton soup is to die for =] anywhoo post is dedicated my lovess!

We so damn RECKLESS!

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Nails Did Propa. Mines be the long black ones whoop whoop =]

Just so hood. Soo hood.

JUST WOW. when zoomed in ; our faces are PRICELESSSSS. =]
Me ans Brit got maddd hops.. Camy? Not so much lmao.

No type of balance geesh

It said chase so we had to lmao.

FREEWRITE 2/20/09

I am running so I don't feel as lost.
Running.
Into whirlwinds and mountains
Lands where
God rests his hands somewhere
Shoulders do not touch here.
I am running deeper and harder
Faster than my feet can carry
I am not as light as I though I was
And my heart is heavy with burdens
Running
To forget that I was once
Still.
I am unmoved by these events
And though I could shed a thousand
Tears, my cheeks remain dry
And the desert surrounds my eyes
I can see the wind blowing
I can taste the memories
Floating gently around my fingertips.
I want to remember this moment
Catching my breath
Pause.
Continue.
My life line is not long enough on my palms and it's unfair
So I am running to savor these moments
Stretching my soul across plains
And valley's
And islands.
Hugging the world with both arms.
Running
Running
Running
Till I see that these moutains
Are not as still as I thought they were.

love.tianamonique.

One Sorry To Go Please--*

How much does your apology cost?
I may not be made of riches,
But I would spend an embarrassingly
Immense amount to hear that the seeds of your sincerity
Are beginning to take root
An apology that breaks down barriers to open seas
One that changes the rotation in which
The world spins
I would work over time for a month to
Hear your heart explode
Though sorry comes from in between your lips often
The clouds are laughing at you
Amused by the ignorance in which you speak
For sorry means nothing to the skies
It evaporates quickly sending feather like
Molecules into its ears, and then bursts with laughter
And you expect me to take you seriously?
The heavens are booming at your existence
How meaningless is the word sorry!
I’d work the graveyard shift
Walk with bags under my dark eyes
Sleep for 3 hours at a time
And make monthly payments; your apology is costly
But I’d rather be exhausted than hear
Some bullshit sorry that you came up with
When you thought of how dreadful life would be
If you lost me

I no longer want your sorry.
So if you have one prepared
I am not interested.
This routine is becoming old
And my feet hurt from dancing around
These insignificant lies
You keep deep in your pockets
Convenient for when you get tongue tied.
I want a permanent apology.
Not a temporary sorry.
One that lasts for more than ten minutes please.
I would pawn the lovely ring you embellished on my
Finger just to come up with enough funds to hear
Your heart bleed
Please do not return to me with excuses as to why you left
I don’t want to read that letter.
I don’t want one of your rehearsed speeches,
I have learned your
Lyrics by heart
I could recite them with my eyes closed and eloquently
Give me one of those impromptu skits that flow from the corners of your eyes.
Show me how your heart is almost as iced over as mine
Give it to me when I don’t need it, so I can nurture it until I do.
Give me my money’s worth.
I’ve always had expensive taste, so the price of your
Apology is the least of my worries.
I work hard for what I deserve, and I am quite
Certain a sincere apology has been well earned.
For all the verbal abuse I’ve endured and the
Deceit that you poured into small vases
The flowers have wilted.
For the guilt trip you tried to make work.
Yes, I deserve that apology.
But I have maxxed out my visa’s and
Apparently you don’t take checks.
My wallet is empty and work is hard to find.
So I am carefully packing my luggage and leaving
Your …

Sorry behind.

love.tianamonique.

**sry so long haha. i go from extremes huh? itty bittys to massive!