I once was afraid of love and I still sense myself healing from the scars of what I thought of it be. The life I was giving threw me into a generation of females that don't really accept me like they do back then or at least what they show in movies set in earlier times. The movies would always show the boy and girl meeting up with one another at a random setting then the man asking the girl out on a date and the girl would be more than happy to say yes and they would skip into the sunset then story over, the end. But it's like that in my generation or in reality of love. Love is now about the man with the biggest reputation. My god, what has my generation come to. A lot of the females love to debate about it but it's true. I'm a handsome man with cash in my pockets but not very famous. They rather go for the famous guys, but is it, love, when you're there for fame? I can ask a girl out, and they would say that I'm not their type. They would tell me that I'm very much handsome and I see that you have a job but I don't know you too well. Then someone less attractive than I, with way more reputation would ask if the would want to hang out and they would fall for them. Not trying to bag on other guys at all, I'm just enforcing the love that I see nowadays which is confusing. There are other loves that I came encounter with such as true love and love that made me feel like a little kid.
Now have you ever been in love, like for real love? To the point when you hear their name, hear their voice, or even see them you get filled with joy. To the point if they did something wrong and you see them smile and it instantly melts your anger away and you fell deeply in love again. You can't be mad at them for long, for you are in love and, for you, want to be with this person forever. With all this in mind and they only treat you as a friend would be treated, then you freeze into an angry pose before they asked what's wrong and you just want to yell as loud as possible, "You Just Don't Know How I Feel?"
You just don't know how I feel
Do you?
Keep it real with you,
I just want to be with you.I was once told that 2 L's makes a W,
But where's my W at.
Game's almost over, down by two,
I want to take my L back.They said, "the more Ls I take,
The more Ws, I make."
I guess that was a mistake because there are more Ls,
Only Ls stacked on my plate.You just don't know how I feel when I see you walk in,
Happy, times ten,
Glad to see you every day and again.Proud to say that I like this female,
Then I tell a tale of two,
Of me and you too going through hell.
Then I tell people that we made it and we didn't fake it.
While others aren't as strong as us,
Because they lust and we love.
That's why we're together,
Flying above, the rest.
That loved to test our bond,
That will live on so long,
And so right,
Held together by all the love's might.
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A Tale of Many Tales
Non-FictionIts been said that I, B.Y.K Oliver, tell a tale of many tales that shouldn't be told, in attempt, to teach a variety of lessons to my "unborn children." So I decided to use a variety of my own, real life, situations as a young adult, many people may...