Your words can build
Your words can belittle
What will you use this power for?
Your answer determines your character.
I hope it is aligned with your everyday practice.

She’s looking at me yearning
Yearning to take my time
I can’t stop hurting
Pain pours from my eyes

I’m weak for her, I’m on my knees
I’m Lucifer, she’s an angel, see?
My skin is hazel, green
I’m dead, I can’t be seen
Her love’s a drug to me
I’m a ******, I’m unclean

She pushes me away
And we both weep
Pretend that we’re okay
What I sow, I reap
For her I’ll always wait

Selling the rose she keeps
For a price far too cheap
I need her to know
I would spend my life
The truth’s in my eyes
I don’t need sweet lies
From the past I cut ties
See my heart, no disguise

Does art imitate life?
Or does life imitate art?
Can she see through the strife?
Can she heal my broken heart?

I gaze into your soul through your eyes as you speak.
Every word bond like an encrypted melody.
I sense a flutter while I am immersed in your presences.
However, our intensity must stay hidden
because we both have our ego to protect.
I question have anyone else endured this unknown butterfly effect?

Yesterdays were days I shattered.
I wake up to a question thats diffcult to answer.
A question we all ask.
Exhausted by my automated response,
I acknowledge I am wonder woman from birth and all restraints will wither.
No reason to deliver anything other.
So to answer your question. Yes, I am okay.

Bittersweet memories
Refrain your bias documentary
Must you dwell in my cerebrum
When I only wish to press upon the beat of my own drum.
It amuses me how you lurk
Searching for that something that'll exude an inner hurt.