I know that you love me It is so plain to see You are not still contemplating Yet somehow I am still waiting Oh, how I wish to impart This beloved phrase of the heart A sweet thing you say A look you convey Three words come to mind Yet I have opined Although I may burst That you should be first And with more patience instead of haste The sweeter I know those words will taste
These days, I spend my lazy days coming up with phrases to say. A delay is to wait. So what am I waiting for? A torn deliverer departs saying life is an art form. Sworn to protect his endeavors. Swift and as light as a feather. The blue embarks to make his mark on this world in due time. So I wait, and I wait out the hate this country has torn into. Pandora's box locks from the outside. I'm not hiding, I'm living in plain sight. In due time. We all wait until the day turns bright enough to ponder more. We have all fought the night enough in excellent form. In due time. We will rise as a nation guided by unspoken voices. Verses and choices. In due time. We stay alive till the coming of dawn. That's just fine. In due time. Generations wait belated unto their fate. This is our time. We rise up. Uncriticized this is our time. We rise up. One as a nation. Two as a people. Three as a crazed individual on a soapbox. Four as the children with smallpox. Five as the ones who just try to stay alive every night when the light shines too dim. Six as the individuals who act on a whim. Seven as those who pray to get to heaven but work all their days at a seven-eleven. Eight. Those who wait. Well wait no more. We are the infinity score. The war torn worlds go down when they sleep and so as not to make a peep we plan in silence. Abstracting violence with peace. We sit in hollowed out churches without verses because if we speak the truth the worlds seams will undo, that's power. One day will speak for hours for us. Those of us who are meek and delirious. Still stand proud. Yes I'm loud. Say into the light signs. Stay until the night time. Weigh it all and that's mine. Yes I'm loud. Take the voices. Reiterate the choices. Learn it through osmosis until we're comatosis. Gleam what we mean when you read all these words. Your life is better for it. Just a phrase as it turns.
They say "let bygones be bygones." But How could one let go of a clock To which one referred to—time. Though I believe in forgiveness History as is—is a tree For a point cannot be seen— Without salts in the seas.
I just wanted to tell you that no matter what, no matter what people tell you, you are so **** perfect. Maybe you feel awful and that this is just a lie someone says to make you feel better, but dear, you are perfect in every way. You are perfect when you cry, you are perfect when you lie, you are perfect when you are angry, you are perfect when you scream. You are perfect in the moments when people shouldn't be perfect. That's what makes you so special.