Your gravity hit me hard and fast But mine didn't even touch you It just repelled out of your axis And you still keep pulling my strings I keep falling over my feet The physic's law won't work for me The biology and chemistry both are working against me affecting just me.
I feel your strong masculine energy every time you cross my path. You systematically shut down all my defenses, and hide the key esoterically inside your heart. I’ve felt a new elevation ever since I said that special prayer. I began to notice this brand-new hue; the color wasn’t clear to me at first. This feeling is different than I’m used to, one that I didn’t understand when we first met.
One day I saw an attractive light, which leads to a mountaintop high above me. Step by step, I climbed your mountain, with deep ravines and steeper valleys. Some peaks have tried to block my travels, but I am making my way beyond your hills. I want to be born all over again, with you my King, taking my rightful place upon your regal thorn.
Our souls will intertwine, to complete our sacred mission from God. We have no choice but to take our place, a place of love that feels just like home.
This trigger “affect” is what’s taking place. You’re the truest essence of my answered prayers. This is not of my time, not of your time, but in God’s very own perfect balance of power.
Imagine a young fervent swarthy portrayal, caramel strong un-clad lady, yet at touch so “douce” and glued whilst leaning out from a window slender rainy on a balcony too urban pane And eyes at digital art Spin a confession Of how the watered petals of flowers there do not explain The origin or calling of the rain And that its every end or beginning In her unbetrayal made swayed Has actually since always there been taking its rightful place.
The world in that fact does not have, find nor make relay, sense.
Someone right on the other side’s staircase stroll Would extract their own core by extending through their ribs own
her beloving so longing and old that one at last will find it possessing a too hurtful call.
Head lolled. Dew owned.
Hereby a painting The Rain gave me As my new rightful face. They will hold it forevermore As their subject yet bearer. The chosen laid and left there
the world suffers with and without me all things take shape in the way it was meant to be my attachment to it could affect only me it breaks me when I am apart from it when I am not part of bigger things and they surround me.
not included in movements missing out on various moments loss being heavy on me and tasting the feeling of envy I like and dislike this and that but no one ask me of what I think every one has thoughts of their own and things are working out just fine.
a disconnected environment in a deeply wired mess nothing works as expected more or less.
Just talk , don’t give up Share a thought, make sure ‘tis heard Lean on as it gives you strength To bear and sail through the flood
Don’t let the despondency rule your emotions For every breath you take , there should be no hesitation A trifling smile can bring much hope For any being who’s just trying to cope Though the world is harsh and at times it seems No one is there to confide and speak It’s a perception we carry by the night when no one can see what’s in our plight
Remember the golden rule that in no way it’s uncool To share and talk with your tongue as a tool Don’t let imperfections affect the vivacity of a bloom As each flower responds to a mother’s croon.
I can rewire everything about myself. I can reshape every facet to fit your pieces, but why would I? I'll tell you. I forget my worth. Did I ever have worth, anyway? Did you ever hold it, either, to be fair. What's anyone worth?
I can rewire every aspect and affect. I can reshape every facet to fit your tropes, but why would I, when you don't seem to fit my soul? Can you ever change that? You can. I know it full well. I know it first hand. It hasn't been worth it.
What's the weight of a goodbye, when tasked to tell someone you love?
What's the weight of a sharp knife, when used to cut tangential lines?
What's the wait on a goodbye, when its utterance will free you?