♫Musique's Poetry♫

Hello. Wow, it has been almost two years since I've last seen you. Oh you've gotten a new job and you've moved. That's all well and dandy. Well, right now I've been promoted on my job and my career has taken of nicely. Wow is this the new victim, I mean man in your life? He's a keeper. Well I'm glad that you've moved on. Oh you would like to hang out sometime? What's the catch? Is your new man not treating you the way I treated you. Is he not spicing things up and handling his business like I handled the business? I'm sorry, babe, but I have bigger and better things to do. See when you let me go, you lost your mojo. Babe, there's a reason why you are my ex. We are no longer dating. No, I wouldn't like to hang out with you. I'm happy for you I promise, but I've moved on. Like Chrisette Michele says "I'mma be Okay." I'm over you. I'm sorry that you're not over me and I'm sorry that you thought the…

Hello Beautiful. How are you? What’s your name? I’m sorry if I seem a little forward, but I couldn’t help notice your radiance from across the room. Your smile, your hair, your voice, and your persona grabbed my attention and you became my focus for the evening. I’m not trying to get your sex or hit it to quit it, but I want to know you better because you are beautiful and I’m attracted to you. It something about your beautiful brown skin that is drawing me to you like bees to honey, like ants to sugar, like a flower rises when the sun shines. When I look at you a see more than woman. I see a rose blooming in the spring. I see a beautiful sunset on the horizon. I see beautiful rainbows and I smell sweet country after a summer rain. I see a diamond. I see pure beauty. Your seductive brown frame hypnotizes me. As I watch you walk in those heals, those jeans with the golden sparkles, I see an independent, strong, stylish black woman. You are a million dollar baby. You’re worth more …