You’ve got nothing better to do
then start spreading your truths.
Well I’ve been spreading truth to.
Since before you were growing your *****,
I’ve been shedding my religious blues
by shredding all the lies, you guys used.

Till, I
brought you
the good news.

You are free

from

Dogmas

Sexism

Racism

Xenophobia

and all those judging your sins
with that outdated, poorly written text.

Yes, you are free from all that hate printed within
your savior’s false bleached tinted skin.

Though, I might not reach you
or your slew of pew hugging dudes
the few who I do get through to
will live a much richer life then you do.

If I hadn't fallen in love
I would have not known
that stars could dance in the eyes
That the moon could whisk me away
That the sun could live in the heart
and warm it and fill it with light
That clouds could shower kisses
And rain could touch like a lover
That the scent of flowers
could linger through the night
That the winds could play love melodies
That sunrises could colour a blush
And sunsets stir romance
That dreams could glisten at dawn
like drops of dew

I would have not known the magic
that is love
If I hadn't fallen in love
With you

my heart paces through thoughts
my mind races trying to sew back the lace of a gift
to give to a potential new face
to my surprise there is no trace of a place
i left this gift
a blank and empty space
tracing back the time in steps to remember
i have to forget
i had no regret
because i still loved you yet
i have to erase this memory of you
into a faceless new tied shoe
one begins to walk away
from a today being empty
thoughts of you ever so tempting
get over it said
isn't felt so simply

here sitting with a broken heart
not mended since the beginning when did it start
spackled and paved by the hand handing over the space in my chest
with trust and misused expectation's "limitation" to the cracks in its foundation i must give it a rest for whom i thought it knew best
fixed and tricked in confused contemplation
loss of self is its own condemnation
as the condensation wells up against the pane of a blank faced window
simply learning how and what to feel as an old relationships  widow
fogged is the sea cups filled pouring out of me
lost in its wake in boat tides
afloat the ache begins to stain a faded memory
deceived to what isn't meant to be even a possibility
i am being set free adrift a journey of new opportunity
harnessing my own serenity i am relieved to no longer grieve
what i mean to me