Ole no name brought me out here,
He sold me fancy dreams.
He made me think I was on cloud nine.
He sowed my tattered seams.
But, eventually the dust settled.
I saw his heart x-rayed,
And then began the revolution.
Our "love" began to fade.
And all that was left was me,
A woman all alone.
But, that was enough strength to comfort me,
And stand all on my own.
So though he comforts long today,
And soothes your weary soul.
One day if that is not the case,
It's not your worth you'll toll.
You'll find a new.
A brand new you,
With whom you'll want to love.
And give great thanks,
Self-reflection you drank.
And now you'll soar above.

When life is too much and I see injustice
I'm supposed to sit quiet and stare.
As a woman, I can't speak too loudly on subjects
Because passion could show that i care
And caring is vulnerability,
Weakness that disqualifies easily,
And takes away merit of you thinking reasonably.
So when silence becomes the void that you drown in because you aren't able to speak,
I let these tears flow and fill this frustrated river more
After all, I am already weak.

Why do we choose to love?
Do we like the feeling of when lust fades?
And all of the facades have been out played?
When the moment is quiet, there's nothing to say?
When the cards have been memorized, but we still play?
Why do we choose to love?
What about love seems so grand,
When the person you love can't feel your hand?
When they can barely see behind their own troubles?
And you sit in your thoughts, alone in your bubble?
You choose to love?
Could it be, it's not we?
That have chosen to love,
But a feeling, deep down, coming up to above.
To connect your soul, your head and your heart,
And remind you that you'd never want to be apart
You're reminded that the person who helps you juggle the mundane
Is the reason your soul, head and heart once went up in flame.
And regardless of where life has bored you into,
That person has a time capsule of all you've been through.
And with all of your ******* and rhythms and rhymes,
They still choose to focus on happier times.
They choose to love you and that's beauty to see,
To let loves loyalty trump better company.

Feeling disappointed.
Feeling certain that this feeling is routine.
The same conversation plays out so typical
Like a yo-yo on a string.
Our back and forths go up and down,
With the same outcome
You want to avoid living your life
And I want to get things done.
This certain disappointment weakens my faith
With every excuse you spit.
But I'm supposed to keep betting coin on you,
And cheer you on as you sit.

He gives me wings,
on windy days,
so I can soar up high
He makes life fun and interesting.
I see more of the sky;
And airplanes, stars and moons, is what my baby helps me see.
Instead of fear and hate,
There is love and certainty.
In kisses, looks and paperback books,
My baby entertains,
The thoughts and intentions in my soul.
Fleeting or permanent,
Like grass stains.