I can write you
endless poems
About all the reasons
I fell for you yet
You can not
even text me back

Baby you’re so fine
Help me read your signs
I can’t catch them all the time
As bad as I want to, take control showing me what to do?

Who've sent a demon to rest on my shoulder?
Who's trying to tear my life apart?
I'm gonna keep my eyes open wide
'Cause the Evil never dies.

Y'all wanna rob my bones,
Y'all wanna knock me cold,
Y'all wanna cast me shadows!

Wanna make me think you killed the sun...wanna make me think you killed the sun?
I know it ain't night;
lies, lies, lies.

Won't let God speed me ****.
I've been sailing on a bed of thorns for years now:
Is that what you get for begging for a blessing?
Ha, genies never make the grind easy, don't they?

Y'all wanna rob my bones,
Y'all wanna knock me cold,
Y'all wanna cast me shadows!

Wanna make me think you killed the sun...wanna make me think you killed the sun?
I know it ain't night;
lies, lies, lies.

Bring me back to my womb,
Oh Mother I'm scared.
Break the spell that feel on me.

The wind howled against the glass
Threatening to break it down
Mighty sky covered the clouds
In color grey, black and brown
Gush of wind blows out the candle
While darkness consumes it all
A thunder cracks through the sky
As if to answer darkness’s call
All the trees bow down to the wind
Maybe asking for mercy or kindness
The fallen leaves fly in the sky
Perhaps to win an invincible race.
The heavy rain drenched it all
Drowning everything pure and good
Looking at the weather I was sure
It was a perfect representation of my mood

The wind tapped at the glass
To inform it’s arrival
Mighty skies growled to let me know
That the future wasn’t my rival
Gush of wind blows out the candle
Maybe to tell me to take a break
A thunder shows me a glimpse of outside
The future, which is mine to take
The trees danced in sync with the wind
Happy again to be fresh and green
Or maybe they were simply thankful
As now the streets were sparkly clean
The heavy rain drenched it all
To wash away everything sad
Looking at the weather I was sure
That in this reality I am glad

crying like a baby,
as no one cares

In reality,
whether
our eyes
are opened
or closed,
we are
always
dreaming.