I never want him to read the words of my hearts true definition
and constantly think of me
I’m to embarrassed so this poetry I hope He never reads.....
in time the Lord will bless his eyes to see
just how much love for him I held inside of me
he’ll start to see the signs... I'm sure they’ll come in forms of three
then it will be his turn to feel that love lost way down in his knee
when the heart stops and the buckle of his knee occurs he will see
nothing but pictures painted ever so beautifully of me
embedded in your Now past New present and soon to be future
this part of your history will always and forever be a mystery

The way my heart wasBroken... I don’t wish that on my worst enemy
The way I wore his tears...... I don’t wish that on anyone
The way I walked around with my headdown feeling like a clown
for a few months
Scared to entertain another man’sConversation out of fear
that visions of a forever for me will never be clear
the pain hurts so bad felt like my heart was stabbed with a spear
people thoughts around me are so loud that my own I can no longer hear
my own personal thoughts causing to much confusion this is clear
still I keep telling myself that I’m worth it
just trying to pick myself up and figure out how to move on from here.

TIME....
He who waits for no one
stubborn lil *****....
I just needed a little more TIME to rewrite my wrongs  and repaint those words in my history soft like a beautiful  symphony....
Just this year alone I met the only man able
to make my heart melt with little to no effort
to only kiss the breath of my Love.... Time wouldn’t allow me to kiss I'm sure the softest set of lips.
It’s just the things we never did that I  guess
I miss.
Time ....
He who waits for no one
stubborn lil *****
wouldn’t allow me to go back in time
to correct my wrongs

Maybe 10 years from today,
Maybe only 1 year away,
Or even just 1 day,
I will be able to say...

I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.

Torrents of water slamming
Emotions
Whipping me away

And I
Am swimming against it
Because I decide

But try as I might
I cannot turn the current

Keep your head held high
even if the suns Rays blind you for daring to gaze up at the sky
Never let them Cowards see you sweat even when it’s pouring down your neck
If you fall get back up again
and kick societies *** make sure you ******* Win