He says..
I know what I bring
To the table..
& I’m able to make
It stable
I understand
& I plan
To follow
His lead
Wherever he takes me
But we’re friends though..
Feelings kept on the low
Emotions stay on the go
If he only knew
I’m always on
Bended knees
Asking God
Please send him
Back to me..
I know what I bring
To the table…
For I’m able..
Forget all the fables
I’m a woman
Of substance
Never lacking
The abstance of
Grace…
This is not a faze
Everyday he will be
Amazed by not only
The softness of
My embrace
But my capability to
Pray him out
Of a somber day
& protect him from
Ever feeling the shame
Yet always push him
To be great for the
Creator himself said..
For he who finds a wife..
Finds a good thing..
Low & behold,
I am she, who he decided to bring..
but we’re friends though..
Get to know me..
How can I say no?

I heard purple is the color of divinity...I see it now. I see purple when I close my eyes
I see divinity when I pray,
I see divinity when I meditate
Being a hopeless romantic, it’s easy to get lost in his gaze
Divinely connected—even when I say I’m leaving I want to stay..
I long for his embrace, wrapped my legs around him as he ****** me in a daze  
Is it still sin if he takes me away to a higher place?
My divinity.. yet brings me to insanity when I can’t understand his ways
God have mercy & send your grace
For it’s hard for me to leave
& I hope I’m not being deceived
For everytime I hear his voice..it makes me weak..
My divinity..a little chaotic yet brings tranquility..

I came to the conclusion that I attract broken pieces of myself...

It’s always “you’re acting different” when you finally decide to treat people as they treat you..