Between the lines of now and then, you’re drawing me with ink and pen. Every ridge and every curve you’re carving out what I deserve. Tangled veins and knotted hair, a thunderstorm of senseless care. Between the breaths of God and man- You’re writing me just as I am. With fractured bones and black-hole eyes, painted purple, ringed with lies. All I am is what you see and what you make is all I’ll be.
Flawed by creation I am very much human Please world, accept it
My mind is a riot... So much I'm thinking about... So much to make sense of... I hope the world can be accepting of that fact that we're human and that no one is perfect Let's embrace it... Much love Lyn 💜