Take a trip down the veins of my flood of blood enter this thing

of mine called a heart. How i love how it beats like an African

tribal fest to let humans know its alive. I like how I can have

emotions and not hurt while it beat at the same time. I feel love

first feeling with this new instrument of mine I can play n play all

day and still be happy like how i start. Share with many otha lovas

and never get a bliss of pain juss smiles on faces to sho me

the exquisite rain. Cries are happy but sad when not found of love

this instrument only works when you have Tru love. I see where

this is going unto memory lane.......!!!. But before i enter i only

have one thing to remember it beats like drums but never in cold

December. Memories brought about tell me how she wanted love

but neva thought about. I lay my hand on the chest to feel to see

if the beats are the same but ignorance put me to shame. Arguing

and uncensored fighting hit the memory lane now cant think. Just

wake up now dream wash my face and say thank god It was a

dream.

~~Bee~~