The Ms. Melyssa Ford. Words can't describe what I would do to that girl, but to the topic at hand, recently I've tried to turn on my deep-intellectual brutha swag. Now I'm no master poet, and I would never try out for EROT, but I do dable a little in poetry. I wrote poem y'all! You wana here it, here it go!

Isn't it ironic that girl of my dreams no longer wants anything to do with me?

She did to me what I did to another queen.

3 months of greatness, 1 week of sorrow

Waiting on a response everyday as if it were tomorow.

They say whatever you dish out is coming back to you in return

So whether heartbreaks or good times you get what you earn.

I did the first dirty, tried to correct my mistakes

but by going the other route wound up in heartache.

These events lead me to reconsider,

all of past and present to whom I must redeliver

My indroduction and evaluation of our friendship

So that maybe we can have a different kind of relationship.

And as I sit fighting this battle up inside my mind

Another option trickles all the way down my spine

No not the one where I would end up 8 deep

But the one involving to whom with I should sleep.

To this possible lover it's not rejection so don't get me wrong

I just want my dream girl so we can do it like a R. Kelly song.

Maybe in the future all these things will have come and gone.

Me and the 1st are cool, and not just all alone.

The lady of dreams unique is though she might be

But past those big brown eyes nothing else do I see.

Well if the woman of dreams and I can't work it out

then to my now future lovers there no need to pout.

You see because dreams and fantasies don't always come true.

Life's not a fairy tale or story book ending like a show on hulu.

All I can do is seek forgiveness and wish away the pain,

and until then oh how I wish it would rain.