Nobody owns anybody
Nobody owns anything
Yet we are given
Precious moments
to be holders, not owners

So when it's time to let go
When things, people or moments
must flow
Surrender to the Being
For He knows what He's doing

Be free of greed,
just delight
For the beauty
that you held
even for a night.

How much more
for a lifetime
Can't you just see?
The honor of holding it
and the dignity to set it free.

Saying words just to hear them out loud
Convince yourself you're free
you've moved on
it's in the past
you are happy with who you are
but you hold onto the things they said
you crave attachment
fear commitment
you grew branches when they touched your skin
and shaved them off
to fuel a fire of self-doubt
It's over
it will never be the same
yet you re-read the words
hoping you will travel back in your dreams
re-living the same hours every night
Maybe you can re-create the chills on your neck
and take back the part of you you gave away
Plan for the past
Change the things you said
wishing it never happened
and wanting it to happen again
Say the words out loud.
Convince yourself you're free, you've moved on, it's in the past.

Why? Why do we let ourselves get attached?
When we so plainly know it is never going to end well
The amount of times we have to say bye has no end
Why can't life be full of life and swell?

Why do we have to go through all these tough moments?
To learn a lesson?
Whats the lesson in death? That it's near? That we only live once?
I was a mother and he was my son

It's not easy being there for a living creature
Expecting, hoping for it to have the best in this life
You know, subconsciously you know that it's run out of time with no cure
And you try and try, but nothing helps and all you are left with is grief

So called God is supposed to be the good guy
But what is the sense in creating life if all he does is take it back
These things is what makes me question the reality of this guy
Is he real? Because I see no proof of him

Asked to be safe, to be calm,
with the suction-pores of each palm.
Lips in twist with skin so sour,
drawing blood to drown a flower.
Pulling back, to study faces,
shaking out of sure embraces,
her heels kicked out
and her face soon followed,
and what she left,
I chewed and swallowed.

this morning I woke up to déjà vu
—I was here before and I knew you
you’re that guy who twists the truth
who secretly falls for me like I do
oh I just love how you’re always too close
yet too far away to make me had enough of
wait, did I just say that I’m in love with you?
this is bad and will hurt as **** but I know I do
but you will deny me, that’s so typical of you
since you’re the sly fox
and I’m just a girl who’s addicted to untruth

with him, I can see the end when we begin
with him, I have no attachment, just comfort
with him, I am able to go on my own and grow
with him, I learn how to love me more
with him, I know it's okay to be honest
with him, I feel possible to take chances
with him, maybe, just maybe
I can find the road to love again