The overwhelming depths of your womanhood
Feeling trapped and burdened by your decisions
Living in the lap of luxury of your own selfishness
Actually thinking you could live for yourself
Or pave your own way with grace and dignity
But you are much more than who you've been credited
Those who doubt you fuel your ambition
You are the moon lighting your own darkness
You are the roots of all that has bloomed
You are the beacon of wisdom of all your past lovers
None of whom will ever understand the entirety of your beauty
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC
The overwhelming depths of your womanhood
Feeling trapped and burdened by your decisions
Living in the lap of luxury of your own selfishness
Actually thinking you could live for yourself
Or pave your own way with grace and dignity
But you are much more than who you've been credited
Those who doubt you fuel your ambition
You are the moon lighting your own darkness
You are the roots of all that has bloomed
You are the beacon of wisdom of all your past lovers
None of whom will ever understand the entirety of your beauty
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