I love reading your books
but cannot anymore.
I burst into tears
each time I open that door,
the one that leads into
the library of your heart.

Yes I'm a plus size
Because of this I was bias
I judged myself from the outside.
But when I look at the inside
my heart is a plus size too!
I have room to groom
To love to care
To open up to the broken hearted,
I have stories to share
And this is my story
To be use for God's glory.

And as I watch the cars pass, it makes me wonder if they have a destination, if I have a destination.
With eyes set on the stars where do you start?
Where does anyone start?
They say to be successful means not to reveal everything you know, but I'm an open book.
I guess I'm not broken anymore, but I'm not alive either.
When you feel like your soul is dragging your corpse through life, how do you gain what you lack?
How do you get the spark in your eyes back?
How do you get the fire back that was burning up inside to make you feel complete?
Where did all the good go?
Why do my eyes feel as though they could swallow someone whole just for them to find out that I'm empty...
I don't know if anyone has all these answers.
Maybe I was born to lose.

Write down the lines
Then burn it with the lies
Shut the mouth that sins
Seal it with a kiss
Bodies collided
The heat cannot be denied
Let lust consume me
To forget what he’s done to me
It was meant to end in fight
But naked in dimlight
When did it became a habit
To let our bodies speak
Instead of listening to our heartbeats?
I guess I can't desist
My desire for you I insist
And it's stronger than your sins