He smiles so bright like he has teeth of gold.
Projecting the reflections of his own inceptions.
I'm done grieving the words that once killed the inner me.
Verbally abusive was the past that didn't last.
He shattered my hope like splintered and shattered glass.

As far as the moon is to the sun is he to me.
I can picture his face but to me he's faceless.
His voice is like the echo of a stranger.
He salts his words with flatter,
it doesn't matter, they are tasteless.

His speech is drenched in hypocritical lyricals.
Transmissions of emphatic subliminals
transformed him into an emotional criminal.
If people would obey the limitations of their naive believes.
Maybe they would know that he calls me once a year...

If something is bothering you today don't hold it in. Talk about it, pray about it and let it go. Don't let internal issues transform themselves into anger, bitterness and unforgiveness.

I let the ink speak for me cause frequently
i got a foolish tongue.
Weak words absorbed in long one man conversations.

It's funny how it seems to be.
Everything used to flow so easily.
But now i'm stuck.  Nothing is more fluid.
I tryna do it. The more i put into it, the more i fail.

Tryna give birth to a wise vocabulary,
but i paralize when i look into your eyes.
I kinda lost myself in you when our intelects connected.
I reacted bad, i'm verbal passive,
cause i lack communication skills, conversation killer.
Chilling on a J Dilla track.
I'm on a tactic missionary. Dyslectic dictionary
effected by my own ways and sinful vissionary.

I guess i can't feed you, but i need you.
I put my soul on paper, naked like a see-through shirt
I hope you know how much you're worth.
And that you're much better than what i deserve.

I loved you
Before our eyes met
I loved you
Before our minds spoke
I loved you
Before the storm
Before the dissapointments

Hidden like a treasure inside my chest.
Buried under the palms of my hands.
Well kept, well protected.
Like a secret.
Sustains the unsaid.
Interpreter of the acceptable.

These hands have caught the salty tears
of sweet miseries.
They've known the touch of beauty
in its highest form of perfection.

These hands can melt together in a beautiful interlock
and become one.
Part of a beautiful history they are.
They've folded themselves into prayers of despair.
An extension piece of the inexplicable tongue they are.
So don't tell me that hands can't speak.
They have a code. A voice. They are a language.

These hands will be ready to comfort, to hold and to love.

A poetic instrument they are.
Without them poetry would non-exist. Non-written.
Where would i be?
Lost, like souls without peace.

She says: WHY R U STILL LAYING THERE?
First she whispered, then she spoke and then she screamed
cause it seemed like i was consciously deaf.
'You say ur tired but are you really?
You say ur done but do you mean it?
You sure don't act like it.
You were happy, you were at peace cause i've seen it'

Well, now i'm not, i answered.
I'm emotionally broken cause he broke me,
My heart so full of feelings, they might choke me.
Feeling it wraps its cold hands around my neck,
As i gasp for air, waiting for my lungs to fill,
fuel my body with energy and try to fight back.
But i lack hope, so i finally gave up.
I fell so hard spiritually,
i landed on my back and decided to stay there.
Why? because:

There's only an amount of weight i can bear.
I feel like i passed the limit, twice
then three, four and five times.
So I've had it! My goal is so far, i can't even grab it.
Instead of feeding my spirit i overfed my habit.
Pulling myself away of His light, while my world turns black.
Crawling into the darkest corner
far away from Him cause i'm to ashamed to show my face
Ignoring her calls, denying His arms, disregarding His embrace.
Forgetting His grace and neglecting my thoughts.

And then she, the inner voice in me,
finalised our dialogue.
Why are u broken while He healed you?
Why are you a slave while He freed you?
Ain't there anything that you've memorised.
Rise up before you realize it's to late.
before your inner voice, actually the voice of God, is gone.
Cause then you'll get as cold as the floor that you're laying on.

Rebelious mind against all godly.
Tryna push this pressure of me.
Nobody to stop me.
Seduction robbed me.
Started as an innocent introduction.
Befriended it's way through my thoughts and made me
fall in love with the idea of sin.