tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87039592468311220212024-02-02T08:57:48.801-08:00GONE.I'm soo ahead of my time, I'm about to start another life.
Look behind you, I'm about to pass you. Twice.Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-9884745622029997132010-10-16T14:40:00.000-07:002010-10-16T14:41:43.603-07:00Evenson. Jakira. Forever. Ever.My "photography" skills, aren't the best.......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijDLljVkbExvaalBxvEFQm8ZxqklnnjJzxHKDG3P4MYMYwEokk6lt032oREajI9myoUN3fCGbalvxdW2cmKRFItcl-1wWDDe-iq-pWSvKJLb6O7IwG6fqGogd1J0VQcSk3KNlv9CwWYBw/s1600/IMG_2823.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijDLljVkbExvaalBxvEFQm8ZxqklnnjJzxHKDG3P4MYMYwEokk6lt032oREajI9myoUN3fCGbalvxdW2cmKRFItcl-1wWDDe-iq-pWSvKJLb6O7IwG6fqGogd1J0VQcSk3KNlv9CwWYBw/s320/IMG_2823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528762091244176962" border="0" /></a>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-11555677258986732452010-10-16T14:30:00.001-07:002010-10-16T14:37:51.826-07:00Beautiful Boy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFSQh_8Lq2kJ9WQEarzq-D5sSQnpUpnlwOVPCuhg_pbf_0zPl97taQXBnS9GtJnkGTevXz5pm23hvvwoeE3ZEFSTRRjiKU5KVTPoC4AQjla3MbHxHhz5MyQlbPgDlHf0MZzyH4Cpl4SE/s1600/IMG_2749.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFSQh_8Lq2kJ9WQEarzq-D5sSQnpUpnlwOVPCuhg_pbf_0zPl97taQXBnS9GtJnkGTevXz5pm23hvvwoeE3ZEFSTRRjiKU5KVTPoC4AQjla3MbHxHhz5MyQlbPgDlHf0MZzyH4Cpl4SE/s320/IMG_2749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528760484367432658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This was suppose to be one of my creative pieces for my college applications.....<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">♥<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><br />His eyes of brown - oak brown, and within them I can see the fire of love lit up & sending me a sensation of passion, running through me.<br />Eyes of a beautiful boy.<br /><br />And though physically, he's attractive in ways my own eyes don't even understand.. it isn't his physicality that attract me. <br /><br />It's his own hearts his mind, his touch.. that makes him beautiful. It's how he makes me feel, that feeling of never wanting to let this good thing go unnoticed. He's my good thing - he's my everything.. he is my beautiful boy.<br /><br />-EJB♥ </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Finish Later..Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-82373395049084862972010-09-23T18:22:00.001-07:002010-09-23T18:29:18.226-07:00The (Un)Usual #@!%$.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCAB3FmEiEmgML8LkI0BE_RzBGn5OnlKvwlzALgEK0LSTRCkRwlg4nNrwvJM99UhYQ-Hm7ZRpVjIOqOg-0gaLlqTJCghCnL_qSAvoZyrT-Lp5VQ2etvP0wvjO7uRmqYxjvQkzfKtsBCzg/s1600/Photo_00013+%282%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCAB3FmEiEmgML8LkI0BE_RzBGn5OnlKvwlzALgEK0LSTRCkRwlg4nNrwvJM99UhYQ-Hm7ZRpVjIOqOg-0gaLlqTJCghCnL_qSAvoZyrT-Lp5VQ2etvP0wvjO7uRmqYxjvQkzfKtsBCzg/s320/Photo_00013+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520284649703273538" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">Not your regular ; )<br /></span></span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">....</span></span><br /></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;">How `bout we just move over , And just do it where we at<br />How `bout you just lift that skirt up<br />Ohh . . . We can be bad</p><p style="text-align: center;">That place that ain’t been touched , I’m feeling on it<br />I’ll let you sit through, keep spinning on it<br />Girl . . . Giddy Up Giddy Up , Take me on a ride to ecstasy</p><p style="text-align: center;">You don’t wanna bump bump then take a nap<br />You just wanna bump bump bring right back<br />Watch me<br />I’ma heat it up , beat it up<br />ohhh</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span id="more-7092"></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>[Chorus]</strong><br />I know you’re tired of the usual, usual, usual<br />I can give you more than the usual<br />Not your regular , Tell you what , Let me touch</p><p style="text-align: center;">You gon’ feel something unusual, unusual, unusual<br />I’m not gon’ do what the usual,<br />Not your regular, Tell you what , Let me touch<br />You gon’ feel something unusual</p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>[Verse 2]</strong><br />I wanna do the wicked things you never do<br />What if we get it while your friends was in the room<br />Is that too hot for ya ?<br />Don’t you feel bad, Let em feel sexy</p><p style="text-align: center;">We can make a sex room wherever we go<br />Take it to the restroom, they ain’t gotta know<br />No . . Ohh . .</p><p style="text-align: center;">Watch me heat it up, Beat it up<br />Woo .. Hey!<br />Do You hear me girl ?<br />Watch me heat it up, Beat it up<br />Woo</p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>[Chorus]</strong></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;">That’s the run (Check)<br />Cinema (Check)<br />On the hood (Check)<br />Of The Car (Check)<br />On the top (Check)<br />On the beach</p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>[Drake]</strong><br />This that other shit<br />You know you ask for it<br />I might just save you some money , And getcha passport<br />So You can come to me city , I’ll take you all over<br />And Hit you on the balcony , Just don’t fall over<br />Send me a picture baby , you know I’d never leak it</p><p style="text-align: center;">I know you got something recent , For someone decent<br />Why you laughing out loud , I’m serious<br />Bring your girl if you a little bi-curious<br />Please ; Please No Storytelling of others<br />I promise you gon’ love it<br />I would never let you down<br />Feel like I might of perfected , All the things that you’ve expected<br />And you gon’ know it when you bring your ass around<br />Motherfu- Oh!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I can <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >give you more</span> than the "usual" ♥ </span><br /></p>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-41059229259769725112010-09-23T18:11:00.001-07:002010-09-23T18:14:06.286-07:00HistoryVsHerstory.<span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Still Writing This one<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">.<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">. </span></span></span></span><br /></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-19046182128551108652010-09-15T17:11:00.000-07:002010-09-23T18:16:45.848-07:00Thankyou. Thankyou. Thankyou.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4x2ATmZkRLhe3cvqt6Ilzztf9k99HdxjGNMqx5C0WAohRNlmWQgPo8Yi4yJ4Zt87PQlcg2aTkpGhmlkEr_jX01LzLr1ctXxfudELRJhpDmJpim_2zl0LPkF3XxGMh6DpozLeUqb0fA4/s1600/l_7c2d4a59976c6d0426c895469ece175b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4x2ATmZkRLhe3cvqt6Ilzztf9k99HdxjGNMqx5C0WAohRNlmWQgPo8Yi4yJ4Zt87PQlcg2aTkpGhmlkEr_jX01LzLr1ctXxfudELRJhpDmJpim_2zl0LPkF3XxGMh6DpozLeUqb0fA4/s320/l_7c2d4a59976c6d0426c895469ece175b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517299933280626962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >♥ </span><br /><br /><br /><br />Everybody needs inspiration,<br />Everbody needs a song.<br />A beautiful melody,<br />When the night's so long.<br />Cause there is no guarantee,<br />That this life is easy.<br /><br />Yeah when my world is falling apart.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br />When there's no light to break up the dark,<br />That's when I, I, I look at you.<br />When the waves are flooding the shore,<br />and I can't find my way home anymore.<br />That's when I, I, I look at you.<br /><br />When I look at you, </span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br />I see forgiveness,<br />I see the truth.<br />You love me for who I am,<br />Like the stars hold the moon,<br />Right there where they belong.<br />and I know im not alone.<br /><br />Yeah when my world is falling apart,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br />When there's no light to break up the dark,<br />That's when I, I, I look at you.<br />When the waves are flooding the shore,<br />and I can't find my way home anymore,<br />That's when I, I, I look at you.<br /><br />You, appear just like a dream to me. </span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Just like kaleidoscope colors,<br />That cover me,<br />All I need,<br />Every breath that I breathe,<br />Don't you know you're beautiful!<br /><br />Yeah</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />When the waves are flooding the shore, </span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br />and I can't find my way home anymore,<br />That's when I, I, I look at you.<br />I look at you, Yeah, Woah.<br /><br />You, appear just like a dream to me.<br /><br />2257.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">♥ </span><br /></span> </div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-57928742866674568552010-09-14T10:59:00.000-07:002010-09-14T11:04:38.297-07:009810.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnz-R87yCOC6AQYd05qXBOzkLZ898B12cpjSH7GjMEjjjcdWi5Hr7iTHpxZmqgZQozR3MdV1aqgQiHhv7cu3XuieAHVMi67pBYvVImCeK1rsEHB5XqnYuV_p0iKT2G14HAPa_uEHi_ngk/s1600/IMG_2603.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnz-R87yCOC6AQYd05qXBOzkLZ898B12cpjSH7GjMEjjjcdWi5Hr7iTHpxZmqgZQozR3MdV1aqgQiHhv7cu3XuieAHVMi67pBYvVImCeK1rsEHB5XqnYuV_p0iKT2G14HAPa_uEHi_ngk/s320/IMG_2603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516831367195839858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23iXjEarSOblozqnzM87ggU1jnK8EOv3iHOVfEpIEzfMF14zXR2pEmcvytDBC1V_4aJ1vTgJxOqVVKCixB6mbu0eE8kohtdBSf-9mjd-c3Y3cIEQQ67Yvs3-c4fheBHHKk426a4JBiq8/s1600/IMG_2603+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23iXjEarSOblozqnzM87ggU1jnK8EOv3iHOVfEpIEzfMF14zXR2pEmcvytDBC1V_4aJ1vTgJxOqVVKCixB6mbu0eE8kohtdBSf-9mjd-c3Y3cIEQQ67Yvs3-c4fheBHHKk426a4JBiq8/s320/IMG_2603+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516831360693142194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4FKfn4WVWcX0Ryxlfdaz2hbNWkQMNZQI0kXZqUyEFm3dprw_wHmZmyPiwcMXUFXf393a2A_CqXhmIHvpRAnsKzdMcEHpRnZTFruHcdT1hWiEVPxOWQjcFeWZ3_goXlJZTY9SisU1TwM/s1600/IMG_2609.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4FKfn4WVWcX0Ryxlfdaz2hbNWkQMNZQI0kXZqUyEFm3dprw_wHmZmyPiwcMXUFXf393a2A_CqXhmIHvpRAnsKzdMcEHpRnZTFruHcdT1hWiEVPxOWQjcFeWZ3_goXlJZTY9SisU1TwM/s320/IMG_2609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516831346361223682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSi5DmfnsRnf7tw1auWY5CqCd0ZnqxB2y0R_C-10Z8APAz5gglpZh8gSTY4P1313PYIue763sr1I3nmNkm_p6ISe-ajSgHo4JqshT3n0EFjHVH_aqo_AZQdqJmCTVRJZUe0RumLtfmDM/s1600/IMG_2611.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSi5DmfnsRnf7tw1auWY5CqCd0ZnqxB2y0R_C-10Z8APAz5gglpZh8gSTY4P1313PYIue763sr1I3nmNkm_p6ISe-ajSgHo4JqshT3n0EFjHVH_aqo_AZQdqJmCTVRJZUe0RumLtfmDM/s320/IMG_2611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516831342056621906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzUxcfnw-TOOG4JaHgdVuWI_bmTHyIgk3eEwKqJLnejviQns4MC1CCE-CBGJDOLD1C8DmF7LCwyLPWXOjLfZwfaoBLI58z9LQVrMkSwHvZBrj6VHLThTIbBJcdXjm5S1x4QKz4yuA85qM/s1600/IMG_2629.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzUxcfnw-TOOG4JaHgdVuWI_bmTHyIgk3eEwKqJLnejviQns4MC1CCE-CBGJDOLD1C8DmF7LCwyLPWXOjLfZwfaoBLI58z9LQVrMkSwHvZBrj6VHLThTIbBJcdXjm5S1x4QKz4yuA85qM/s320/IMG_2629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516831332484648802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jaylen</span><span style="font-size:85%;">Exavier<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span></span></span><br />Belongs To: Jakira.<br />Stuffed w. love By: Evenson jr.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">" I promise to love you & give you a home.." </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-BuildaBear. </span><br /></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-59077197844597563932010-09-09T18:48:00.001-07:002010-09-23T18:33:35.116-07:00E.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndJ1T2EBnNOVWjm2fQFt8x2FX-XG0WHkNGZr1agywyPZwn5NLurCwquf7bueB7wSo685HW1cb_g-flNusdxTHpeqET0y-0sRE1PQ0yTdYrsfo0XsfqimO7D8EAZwT8gBj8pCbRm0gImY/s1600/Photo_122409_008.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndJ1T2EBnNOVWjm2fQFt8x2FX-XG0WHkNGZr1agywyPZwn5NLurCwquf7bueB7wSo685HW1cb_g-flNusdxTHpeqET0y-0sRE1PQ0yTdYrsfo0XsfqimO7D8EAZwT8gBj8pCbRm0gImY/s320/Photo_122409_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520287013160468258" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCrFGqZiqDvHWVg0PDkxRvMSixO3oY0uNS44yG52x8QI5Nvy2aEBtchGTDLwdgG-yhuByJ1tSc1z1pYSqOwIjmORtk4gUvryyr7HP6Af4RyYJbaYph2tOQ_xNbZpqmNU_TWiIQHncqmsA/s1600/Photo_122409_008.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" >EJB.</span><br /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You're my everything, honestly. That's exactly what you are too me and that's how much you mean to me.<br /><br />You're always there, always & undoubtedly. And as long as you're in my life - I don't have much to worry about. Because even when you make me angry, sad, or confused, at the end of every day you make me a better me. And no matter what has happened in the last three years, we always came back to each other. You & I were standing right in front of each other, all along. And I have you now and you have me, something I never wanna lose. You could be the best thing that has ever happened to me & I want to live that feeling with you, forever. You're my better half, my other half and my exact match - we're not opposite, not at all. We connect on levels of lust, love, physical and emotional. I've never worked so hard for something in my life. And that's how I know, you're the one for me & I don't really know what I'd do without you - I probably wouldn't be able to stand on my own two feet.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >So here's to us... </span><br /><br />Here's to our friendship in which we set on fire, burning of lust and passion.<br />Here's to you meeting my mother in the hallway, and falling in love. All in the same day.<br />To silent fights & loud arguments. To bittersweet sorry's & hands over pride.<br />Here's to September-December, the worst of it all. To February forward, the best.<br />To stair well dinners, and lunches, and dare I say it -- Sex.<br />To my beauty pageants in New York & business trips in Florida, leaving you missing me in Boston. Here's to us, and our aggression to love.<br />To DaddyMommyJaylenShortythis&ShortythattoShortyPop&Otherhalfs.<br />To the wings we metaphorically relate to, that ensure us that no matter how far apart we are, we're always just a heartbeat away.<br />Here's to three years of dedication, a date in which we promise to celebrate every 25th of every month.<br />The days that were not perfect, far from actually. To the morning where a simple text with a silly face, would beg for forgiveness. Here's to the negatives that made our positives happen, into a beautiful picture we cherish today.<br />Here's to today, tomorrow and forever.<br />Here's to my name on yours.<br />Here's to me. Here's to you. Here's to us.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">We grow each day, to make our tomorrow stronger<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span></span></span></span><br />- <span style="font-size:130%;">J. </span><br /></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-25996514996372209432010-09-09T18:48:00.000-07:002010-09-09T18:50:55.560-07:00So I'm saying...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2zn8K9ooQQBJBr5reaXzUvbF9uhzCj6ztbDJs9XuDQC_yVrn3CE8lc8nV98PXqDzhjG8GLreUtA5vGk1HCxBocFEgHGVjIvo6JpDMBNGdZ6rc9kGNULSUr03vWsXhIjBUNpZMvtaF5A/s1600/Photo_00017.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2zn8K9ooQQBJBr5reaXzUvbF9uhzCj6ztbDJs9XuDQC_yVrn3CE8lc8nV98PXqDzhjG8GLreUtA5vGk1HCxBocFEgHGVjIvo6JpDMBNGdZ6rc9kGNULSUr03vWsXhIjBUNpZMvtaF5A/s320/Photo_00017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515096365335623842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">There's a lot I've been meaning to put on here. But no time, patience, or dare I say it..<span style="font-style: italic;"> passion</span> to do so.<br />ShakeMyHead.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm outtttt :-*<br /></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-59388199238079965052010-08-04T11:45:00.000-07:002010-08-04T11:50:55.764-07:00Everybody See's it's You. . .<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Everybody see's it's you</span><br />I'm the one that lost the view<br />Everybody says we're through<br />I hope you haven't said it too<br /><br />So where<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Do we go from here</span><br />With all this <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">fear in our eyes</span></span><br />And where<br />Can love take us now<br />We've <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >been so far down</span><br />We can<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" > still touch the sky</span><br /><br /><br />If we crawl<br />Till we can walk again<br />Then we'll run<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Until we're strong enough to jump</span><br />Then we'll fly<br />Until there is <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">no end</span><br />So lets crawl, crawl, crawl<br />Back to love, Yeah<br />Back to love, Yeah<br /><br />Why did I change the pace<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Hearts were never meant to race</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I always felt the need for space</span><br />But now I can't reach your face<br />So where<br />Are you standing now<br />Are you in the crowd of my faults<br />Love, can you see my hand?<br />I need one more chance<br />We can still have it all<br /><br /><br />If we crawl<br />Till we can walk again<br />Then we'll run<br />Until we're strong enough to jump<br />Then we'll fly<br />Until there is no end<br />So lets crawl, crawl, crawl<br /><br /><br />Everybody see's it's you<br />Well I never wanna lose that view<br /><br /><br />So we'll crawl<br />Till we can walk again<br />Then we'll run<br />Until we're strong enough to jump<br />Then we'll fly<br />Until there is no end<br />So lets crawl, crawl, crawl<br /><br />So we'll crawl<br />Till we can walk again<br />Then we'll run<br />Until we're strong enough to jump<br />Then we'll fly<br />Until there is no end<br />So let's crawl, let's crawl, lets crawl<br />Back to love<br />Back to love,<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Back to love. . . . . ♥ </span></span><br /></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-9699148452786834912010-08-02T11:58:00.000-07:002010-08-02T12:00:30.337-07:00'Till the day that I die.<div style="text-align: center;">We fight.<br />We argue.<br />You stay, then you leave.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">You hang up.<br />And then, there's tears...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But when the tears dry up, and the arguments over,<br />you're right back to being my solider ♥<br />You come back.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >....thankyou, EB. </span><br /></div></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-3629583473149489102010-08-02T11:51:00.000-07:002010-08-02T11:52:55.966-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >"But no longer will I fear our future,</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > because we're making h i s t o r y . . . . ♥ </span>"<br /></div></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-26678811011957894552010-08-02T11:45:00.000-07:002010-08-02T11:51:15.704-07:00Maybe You'll Stay. Maybe You'll Leave.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Girl Im <span style="font-style: italic;">in love</span> with you</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> This ain't the honeymoon</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Past the infatuation phase</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Right in the thick of love</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> At times we get sick of love</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >It seems like we argue everyday</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">♥ </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">I know i misbehaved</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> And you made your mistakes</span><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> And we both still got room left to grow</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> And though love sometimes hurts</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> I still put you first</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> And we'll make this thing work</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> But I think we should take it s l o w . . . </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> We're just ordinary people</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> We don't know which way to go</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Cuz we're ordinary people</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Maybe we should take it slow,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> This time we'll take it slow </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> This time we'll take it slow</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> This ain't a movie no</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> No fairy tale conclusion ya'll</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">It gets more confusing everyday</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Sometimes it's heaven sent</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Then we head back to hell again</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">We kiss and we make up on the way</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">... ♥<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I hang up you call</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> We rise and we fall</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> And we feel like just walking away</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> As our love advances</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> We take second chances</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Though it's not a fantasy</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> I Still want you to stay</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> We're just ordinary people</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> We don't know which way to go</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Cuz we're ordinary people</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> This time we'll take it slow</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Take it slow</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Maybe we'll<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> live and learn</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Maybe we'll <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;">crash and burn</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll leave, </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> maybe you'll return</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Maybe another fight</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Maybe we won't survive</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> But maybe we'll grow</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> We never know baby youuuu and I</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> We're just ordinary people</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> We don't know which way to go</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Cuz we're ordinary people</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Maybe we should take it slow </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> We're just ordinary people</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> We don't know which way to go</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Cuz we're ordinary people</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Maybe we should take it slow</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> This time we'll take it slow </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> This time we'll take it slow<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">....<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />...we're just ordinary people,<br />Take. It. Slow.<br />EJB ^ </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></div></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-46558452360931864542010-04-25T20:21:00.000-07:002010-04-25T20:25:23.259-07:00Something like a throwback,<div style="text-align: center;">I wrote this back in June, when the relationship I am in now was at it's height of being a complete frustrated waste of time. Or so I thought.<br /></div><br />When I came across this blog post just a few minutes and read it in it's full, I have realized that it's almost been a year since I felt the way I did, then. But it's comical because lately, I have been this way almost, 50%. Day by day questioning the existence of what I have now, to what I wanted back then..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"We Were Never Meant to be Baby, We just.. happened?"<br />-June 2009.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">My heart's on fire. Explicit content. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This ones for you, and you know who you are. Whether you read this or not, I'm talking directly to you. Call this my confession. Everything I have ever wanted to say to you, is being posted here, for the whoever to see, the world, your eyes, my eyes, theirs eyes. & I promise to be completely honest with you, & myself... Let your eyes listen, take a deep breath, & now, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LETITOUTT</span>. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> To say that ' I love you. ' is an understatement, because there's no words to reflect, or even express in enough passion. I'm out there; emotionally Emotionally & willingly open, all for you. I would do anything for you, anything in this world with you, & only you, it's honestly an unbelievable feeling, that I have never felt. </span><br /></span><span style="font-size: 78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 78%;">" I'm a mess right now. Out of order, I'm torn up, I'm going down.<br />Won't you hold me together, I'm pouring out.<br />I need you, that's how I feel." -<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">KERIHILSON</span>.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I have put you on a pedestal, & there I kept you, there you stayed. I never took you down, ever. Even when you would make me cry, hurt my feelings, or just say something stupid. You just, sat there. I cared about your feelings, more than I ever cared about mine, as long as you were happy. I always put you first, because you were MY first. My first love, my first heartbreak, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pickmeup</span>, relationship. I gave you my absolute everything & in return, you came up short. Nothing. What we have or had, will never compare to something genuine. But maybe it's just me, & my false hope, because I feel as though being a couple, really makes two people one. Why don't I feel like that with you ? What I'm looking for in a relationship, is something you're not giving me. And I'm currently falling in & out of love with you, & then I'll always come back. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"> "Tell me have you ever been in a situation, where the best thing you could do, was the hardest thing you've ever done? But you tried to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">do what's</span> right. And I know deep down inside, that I really want be there by <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">your side</span>, but I can't stand to see you cry, Not when it's because of me.." -<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">JaggedEdge</span>. </span><br /></div></div></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 85%;"><br />I need to let this go, us go, & you go. I need to realize that we're living in a mess two years in the process of creating that we are no longer able to clean up. We, need to realize it's far past ' making it work. ' when it's more like, ' Letting this go.' But it's not giving up, it's giving in to the truth. It's obvious that I will miss you, more than anything, that I have ever missed in my life with every part of me. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">shouldn</span> 't even have to say it. I love you to death, but it's your love that is emotionally killing me. I'm not saying that we had to be perfect, but damn we should of tried, & when we didn't, we fell apart. It hurts to say, I guess I couldn't of held you down, ride or died, because that was a promise that I had made to you from the jump. A side of me can't see myself without you, or us ever breaking up, & the other side knows, this wasn't meant to be. </span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> " Sure everyone has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">their</span> problems. That's a given. </span><br /></span><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This isn't what we was wanting, How we're living. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">But let's take this good enough & turn it to great. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This can only be as good as we both make it, but sometimes it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">gunna</span> hurt. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We can be as happy as we want to be, boy. But we gotta make it work." -<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Neyo</span> *</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Eb* , you'll always have my heart, or at least be apart of it. I'm going to have those days where all I want to do is call you, to bother you. And hear you laugh with me, about something so small, or so stupid, talk to you until we fall asleep, or you fall asleep, or my phone dies. I'm going to miss your ways, and how you piss me off. I'm going to miss our problems, & complaining about them. I'm going to miss how you'd randomly tell me you love me, & then laugh afterward. Missing your calls, to calling you back, & waiting for you to call wicked late at night. I'm going to miss knowing I had someone. I going to miss the idea of 'us', terribly. I'm going to always wear your ' E. ' necklace, everyday, just because. And then I'm going to eventually learn from our mistakes.<br />Like all good things, we must come to an end. Like, the end of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">high school</span>, and how those 'perfect moments' don't last forever, & they eventually come to an end, yeah. But as promised,<span style="font-size: 100%;"> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">LoveAlways</span>.<br /></span><br /><br />... It feels SO good, to let this all out. Even if you're just a stranger reading this, not knowing a damn thing about my situation, or this situation in general. Whether you can relate, it feels good. And it'll feel even better, If I knew, that somewhere the one this is dedicated to, was reading this, that his eyes were following my every word in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">rhythm</span>.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 85%;">Farewell, to my sunshine. To my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">rainy days</span>, and my rainbows. To us, & my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">best friend</span>.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">Time</span> don't go back, it goes forward,<br />At one point in <span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">time</span></span>, this is what we<span style="font-style: italic;"> wanted</span>.<br /><br /></span><br /></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-90887610861043547972010-03-28T01:43:00.000-07:002010-03-28T01:56:38.541-07:00More Than Love.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lkPICbHNs31BoSlUXMPFTXQ_X-3QFiCuJGoYr5vOV5_nd6yjfgjePaCVz-u_exEoeNd6iZPqcXeTGcTA4SJYieeOPdr0tPkmby6u-mofyVDdjW6g_DXufnnbkz4uXZ8Sn87QtclxjgA/s1600/Photo_122409_009.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyE4Exe3FZ4NuIZrOxfyya6tKGSVFXCJscr96tnK05EbrDv3fO6GTsjGHzSAcxJsv4tideIuzBkknGirhx5NRtl3I772VLZzsOgCfxE37zWSCldNCKTPgXEsbaTBcUk_ASfmXUKj3Wj80/s1600/Photo_012010_009.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyE4Exe3FZ4NuIZrOxfyya6tKGSVFXCJscr96tnK05EbrDv3fO6GTsjGHzSAcxJsv4tideIuzBkknGirhx5NRtl3I772VLZzsOgCfxE37zWSCldNCKTPgXEsbaTBcUk_ASfmXUKj3Wj80/s320/Photo_012010_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453603210365194434" border="0" /></a>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-45802556826336816062010-03-09T08:22:00.000-08:002010-03-09T08:26:41.609-08:00His chick Bad, badder than your's.<em>"Her swagga don't stop, her body won't quit, So fool pipe down, you ain't talkin' bout shit.."</em>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-33704671026543252582010-03-01T16:49:00.000-08:002010-03-01T16:51:52.728-08:00No super glue can fix this shit.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Mariah, I was in the million dolla meetings he was cheating<br />All up in the church,he was sneakin with the deacon<br />Cats away,well the mice will play.<br />Lol smiley face have a nicer day.<br />Cuz pop pop pop it goes my rubberband<br />So stop stop stop sniffin that contraband<br />Cuz you was penny pinchin my accounts<a id="KonaLink2" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://lyrics.url.com/show/9375/mariah-carey/up-out-my-face-ft-nicki-minaj-lyrics#"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12.4833px; position: static;color:blue;" ><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12.4833px; position: relative;"></span></span></a> laced<br />Attention! About face!<br /><br /><br />I thought we had something special, we had something good<br />But I should'n let another mechanic under my hood<br />If you see me walking by ya boy, don't you even speak<br />pretend you on a sofa<a id="KonaLink3" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://lyrics.url.com/show/9375/mariah-carey/up-out-my-face-ft-nicki-minaj-lyrics#"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12.4833px; position: static;color:blue;" ><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12.4833px; position: relative;"></span></span></a> and I'm on MTV<br />Might see me on a poster, see me at a show<br />But you won't see me for free boy, this ain't no promo<br /><br />No shame now,<br />Wherever you been laying, you can stay now<br />gotta board the BBJ and put the shades,<a id="KonaLink4" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://lyrics.url.com/show/9375/mariah-carey/up-out-my-face-ft-nicki-minaj-lyrics#"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12.4833px; position: static;color:blue;" ><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12.4833px; position: relative;"></span></span></a> down, I'm on the plane now<br />and don't keep calling from yo momma house..<br /><br /><br />when I break, I break boy<br />Up out my face boy (up out my face)<br />Up out my face boy (up out my face)<br />Up out my face (up out my face), I break<br />Up out my face boy (up out my face)<br />Up out my face boy (up out my face)<br />Up out my face (up out my face), I break<br /><br />You ain't never gonna feel this thing again(un uh)<br />You gon' get a lot of calls, cause I CCed all your friends(laughter)<br />I ain't walkin' around feeling sad<br />That ain't even my bad baby<br />I break, when I break, I break(Mariaahhhh)<br /><br />So look who's crying now, boo hooo hooo<br />Talking about you're missing your boooo<br />No you ain't gettin it<br />No you ain't hittin it<br />No you ain't a rapper so you need to stop spittin' it<br />Ah ah ha ha ha ha<br />You wonder who I'm messing with when you ain't next to me<br />Ah ah ha ha ha ha<br />So pay.........................<br /><br />You a shame now,<br />Wherever you been layin, you can stay now<br />got to board the BBJ and put the shades down, I'm on the plane now<br />and don't keep callin from yo momma house<br />when I break, I..<br /><br />[Nicki]<br />Stylin on them big b's <br />Brought the Benz out<br />Elevator press P for the penthouse<br />Hop does and we break like tacos<br />Roscoe's on his knees with the snot nose<br />They be like she next<br />COW-WA-SA-KI T Rex<br />Give him some kleenex<br />Match his little v-necks<br />Oh that's what he left<br />Let his mama pick it up.<br />My back up on it vroom vroom with the pick up truck<br />That blue and yellow yeah that's the Carmello jag<br />I bob and weave em hit em wit that Mayweather jab<br />I get the thumbs up like Im hailin a yellow cab(Mariaaahhhh)<br />My flow nuts like a monuh- in a yellow bag<br /><br />MARIAHHH<br /><br /><br />And no super glue can fix this sh**<br />Not even a nail w/ a whole lot of gel and crylics can fix this<br />If we were 2 lego <a id="KonaLink6" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://lyrics.url.com/show/9375/mariah-carey/up-out-my-face-ft-nicki-minaj-lyrics#"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12.4833px; position: static;color:blue;" ><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12.4833px; position: relative;"></span></span></a>blocks, even the harvard university graduating<br />Class of 2010, couldn't put us back 2gether again<br />When I break boy, UP OUT MY FACE BOY.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >♥ </span><br /></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-71234218201810974432010-03-01T08:43:00.001-08:002010-03-01T16:47:41.451-08:00When I break, I break, I break..<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"It's not chipped. We're not cracked. Ooh, we're shattered...<br />I was in the million $$$ meetings, he was cheating..<br />all up in the church he was sneaking with the Deacon,<br />Well when's the cats away, the mice will play.<br />Lol smiley face, have a nicer day :) </span>"<br /><br /></div><br />I'm not selfish. I did love you, I never lied. You were that I wanted. </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Cheating wasn't me & when I gave you my heart, I gave up the game. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Unfortunately, like pain n o t h i n g lasts<br /> forever.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">" To the bittersweet struggle that lasted three years & counting, farewell. "</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >When I break boy, up out my face boy..</span><br /></div><div> </div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-64923802851170859522010-02-12T08:19:00.001-08:002010-09-14T11:20:59.259-07:00This is not to get confused, this one's for you.You take the time to perfect your explanations, your excuse.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">You lie until she believes you.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />It's not my fault I love you beyond compassion. So much that writing it down on paper wouldn't suffice in detail. That I, smile because I believe every last promise, every I love you. I also can't blame myself, for feeling bad for your broken heart over breaking mines. See I live through love, mind over matter - I tell myself I need you when in fact you're the last thing I should I depend on. I know right from wrong, but I do not grasp the concept of that, when it comes to love. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I'm right, you're wrong. </span>But I guess maybe when I start believing in myself I'll cease in believing <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >you</span>.<br />But then again you know, it really isn't my fault. It's a gift.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You lie so much, it's killling your swag.<br /></div><br /></div></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-39407554701242815662010-02-11T16:32:00.000-08:002010-02-11T16:33:04.420-08:00I Choose You ♥<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/awMIbA34MT8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/awMIbA34MT8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-71597402358384250772010-02-11T16:23:00.000-08:002010-02-11T16:27:15.305-08:00No pain is forever, YUP! You know this..Lately, my days haven't been soo great.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhECCSGboL7oqQzdm_C4rqdvmNXz6g61IzlayHYOopqJo1oUPsK0-EBOsLNBs_d2-jnhcWE_Aa1pfj2qSmrLGNcXxrN-_eZNavD4ttU2HFn8pfnV7ZxUxScy-F8tCQQAS9DHSX6DKzX6mg/s1600-h/IMG_0002+%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhECCSGboL7oqQzdm_C4rqdvmNXz6g61IzlayHYOopqJo1oUPsK0-EBOsLNBs_d2-jnhcWE_Aa1pfj2qSmrLGNcXxrN-_eZNavD4ttU2HFn8pfnV7ZxUxScy-F8tCQQAS9DHSX6DKzX6mg/s320/IMG_0002+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437146715753495282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />But Fuck it, Cause I rather do bad all by myself :-*</span><br /></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-48004055173861872612009-12-26T21:18:00.000-08:002010-01-09T00:20:40.570-08:00Dedicated..Once upon a time<br />We swore not to say <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">goodbye</span></span><br />Something got a hold of us<br />And we changed<br />Then you sat alone in <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">pride</span></span><br />And I sat at home and cried<br />How'd our fairytale just <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >end up this way</span>..<br /><br />We went round for round<br />Til' we knocked love out<br />We were laying in the ring<br />Not making a sound<br />And if that's a <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">metaphor of you and I</span></span><br />Why is it so hard to say goodbye<br /><br />I can't wait to <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">hate </span></span>you<br />Make you pain like I do<br />Still can't shake you off<br />I can't wait to break through these emotional changes<br />Seems like such a lost cause<br />I can't wait to phase you<br />Break you down so low there's no place left to go<br />I can't wait to hate you<br />oooh (hou, owh, owh, h.a.t.e. u.)<br /><br />Ooh and this was a love<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">phenomenon </span></span>no one could explain<br />And I wish I could press reset and feel that feeling again<br />I sit and press rewind<br />and watch us every night<br />Want to pause it but I cant make it stay<br /><br />We went round for round<br />Til' we knocked love out<br />We were laying in the ring<br />Not making a sound<br />And if thats a metaphor of you and I<br />Why is it so hard to say goodbye<br /><br />I can't wait to hate you<br />Make you pain like I do<br />Still can't shake you off<br />I can't wait to break through these emotional changes<br />Seems like such a lost cause<br />I can't wait to phase you<br />Break you down so low there's no place left to go<br />I can't wait to hate you<br />oooh (hou, owh, owh, h.a.t.e. u.)<br /><br />No need to call my phone<br />'Cos I changed my number today<br />And matter fact I think im moving away (away)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Sorry the frustrations got me feelin away</span></span><br />And I just keep having one last thing to say<br />And I just want to hold you, touch you, feel you<br />Be near you, I miss you baby baby baby (baby baby baby)<br />I'm tired of tryin to fake through<br />But there's nothing I can do<br />Boy I can't wait to hate you<br /><br />I can't wait to hate you<br />Make you pain like I do<br />Still can't shake you off<br />I can't wait to break through these emotional changes<br />Seems like such a lost cause<br />I can't wait to phase you<br />Break you down so low there's no place left to go<br />I can't wait to hate you baby,<br /><br />I can't wait to <span style="font-size:130%;">H.A.T.E.U. </span><br />but right now, <span style="font-style: italic;">I need you.. </span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbt00uaWGU-muxq2FMjradlITEdIj1b69SS1-oZX8lc3MNaJTfn9CKJ4D_ZWCb-JbAaAPPIKvlMsrh1SWj5OWqlfoajLddL19am6HkrTFdsZOYdS6dzTUbb1sXtqxPU7KFruwlSq-8UI/s1600-h/Photo_122409_007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoTlHvnPiItY2vlFUKushcB4sgVd0eWU_FpBMoMFGAgvqaTonFzDo1E8wFxKC_E6sB8aWX1C1TgNq7OG1BgndK-MZgA_yMqFBehTO0R06Z0dTUky9LZ3pPKEDdjuQCkZfoQCr-_FyLjg/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419780172480066226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ6cFGFT63LB3gl__Tteax4mtRtsL9yoQ5t9f41WNl5GfGA4-ygpylhpGsQYER2Rfb0wpLZCBkWFB6nj8HtWg6iY5jXMyggj4u2X9Qa7ABTAQk_GAADxLIWT7MzKw0WgBfr414hP9WCRs/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ6cFGFT63LB3gl__Tteax4mtRtsL9yoQ5t9f41WNl5GfGA4-ygpylhpGsQYER2Rfb0wpLZCBkWFB6nj8HtWg6iY5jXMyggj4u2X9Qa7ABTAQk_GAADxLIWT7MzKw0WgBfr414hP9WCRs/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419780168541355666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Prettybitches&food&cold&snow&DRAMA?!&Tears&Bullshit&girl&sleepover!&snow..&stress&love, ♥Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-81717155726060644062009-12-09T17:00:00.001-08:002009-12-26T22:04:17.850-08:00Unofficially.<div style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span>For the the first kiss that turned into infinity, a friendship that transpired into romance, the late night phone calls, the week day visits, the tears, the laughter & more. </span></strong><br /><strong><span></span></strong><br /><strong><span>For us, it's far from a glamorization. Because we had to work, hard & long. Struggling to keep this thing alive. Three years in the making & within all the stumbles and falls, and things that always seem to have gone wrong.. surprisingly, we're still here. </span></strong><br /><strong><span></span></strong><br /><strong>It's a metaphor for what love isn't and is all at the same time. </strong><br /><strong> </strong><br /><strong>Slowly, we've merged into this cool, comfortable, closeness that wouldn't feel the same, if it wasn't for the struggle. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>We're walking into the beat of one day, one, step at a time, slowly.. progressing. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>The insanity of our love only is, we can't stand each other & yet, can't stand being without. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Truly, you are my first love, that's turning into my forever. And heart can definitely concur. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>You are my bad days, good days, arguments, world, everything in between here & there, my headache, my conscience, & my life. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>..all unofficially. </strong><br /><strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong><br /><strong>Dedicated to the one, & only, that I love. </strong><br /><strong></strong></span></div><strong><br /></strong>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-91473741244406844022009-12-08T13:24:00.000-08:002009-12-26T21:12:31.002-08:00Shorty's a PC.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8Vwsl7QCGlRTMty4It0DK2jTqjt6fdg_9uY3RJtSzv3duwQjooULzyPEu82wEMvDCVlNORg3wthsJF138-kXDIYtDyHlCCImzfH6IkB8Oz7jPZkavvnoCYIL9GfqOF6d-ExhafMkDQA/s1600-h/Photo_00010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78lcMnjuR_2z6xyEbbKhGI83ZMsIwS7ojTNgo16RI6THWurvFR9DRB07A49AQEPzC5VzKJA-uJHeNLdYdeyNyxGtpoNg623ktynyKuOOfNfsTgfksJrzALTSv6wSQyHSnFCQ6kXev9I4/s320/Photo_00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412979838126073266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Just <span style="font-weight: bold;">chilling</span>, you know the deal :-* </span></div>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703959246831122021.post-30886314491634939472009-12-05T22:16:00.000-08:002009-12-05T22:26:42.299-08:00Something that I like.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJl7g55zSz8oLPktBqyOGa3qJT8kJg9kGfnEp6kT3FxlWjg8McScMQmVwWJiGikREinXBIOItjhrPdNag4gmpFksZYjDumNa3Tx6sdj32t1vwI3_yqgzwNgamg3isjlOrKWwH20iZ1Qk0/s1600-h/HPIM2563.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJl7g55zSz8oLPktBqyOGa3qJT8kJg9kGfnEp6kT3FxlWjg8McScMQmVwWJiGikREinXBIOItjhrPdNag4gmpFksZYjDumNa3Tx6sdj32t1vwI3_yqgzwNgamg3isjlOrKWwH20iZ1Qk0/s320/HPIM2563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412003997479878162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfz2CTaH2St_qmHqG9ZXNKYqttkFkvD4w9AG7bwgJYXEjAVgEd_98r0zEIYF1yHMepyb-8xjydk0NBIBTAA8D3pWTFXEBQYE57-reG2xIijeYjd1H8aI4PMb4PLcYwdayKSZwH7BbbSc/s1600-h/HPIM2556.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfz2CTaH2St_qmHqG9ZXNKYqttkFkvD4w9AG7bwgJYXEjAVgEd_98r0zEIYF1yHMepyb-8xjydk0NBIBTAA8D3pWTFXEBQYE57-reG2xIijeYjd1H8aI4PMb4PLcYwdayKSZwH7BbbSc/s320/HPIM2556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412003548264550450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have this Model chick, who can't cook or clean. But she has style & her walk is mean. </span></span>Kira .http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379689694457563940noreply@blogger.com0