Real M.E.N.

Say baby, remember when I use to be your slave, I have to admit girl, you were the shit girl, and I’m still digging you like a grave. Seeing you this past weekend had me asking myself questions because deep inside you were a true blessing. I’ll never forget your scent, I think it was Mimosa MidNight .  I mean how could I not remember from all the many nights I use to hold you. I wonder if you ever got that me time that you told me you needed, I guess I just wasn’t the guy you wanted to be with. I was mad that I couldn’t claim you, because you knew that my past Relations would play a major role in how our friendship would unfold. I wish we wouldn’t have did it,but we can’t change the past , but I wonder if we wouldn’t have been so fast, that maybe we would have last. And my mom not making it any better, asking me where is her daughter-n-law and why she never met her, my only reply was “Mom I had a good girl, I was just to afraid to admit it”. I hope you get a chance to read this, so you can know how I really felt about you.I said my first blog would be about something that I cared about, so you fit perfect. Until this day I don’t know what I did, but I just want to say I’m Sorry!                                                                                                                  *Phil My Infliction*