Sometimes I can hear it

Your spirit

I feel it

When I peel you

Off of me

I fear you when you scale my soul

And antagonize me with your mind control

But I can’t tell anyone

No one but me and God knows

See, my tears drown me

And the thoughts surround me

The most profound artery

The heart

The best part of me

And a picture is still not worth a thousand words

Here I sit

Caged by this weapon

This lesson

This transgression

An invisible blessing

That awaits me after the rain

Cause we won’t sustain

Without a little pain

You would crucify me

If you could see

Thank God no one can ever know

But God and me

Only a fool continues to think about

What was

But worst of all

What could never be

And it hurts

That no one can know

But God and me

And his lesson has not fallen on deaf ears

So I am grateful that he was their

To catch my every tear

But it still hurts

That no one can ever know

But God and me

STOP looking in my mind

And taking me back in time

STOP takeing me to places

I never wished to go

STOP tryn’a make me fit

In your 3 dementional grit

STOP tryn’a make me bleed

STOP tryn’a make me see

Only pieces of what could be

STOP

Because the other pieces are with her

STOP TRYING TO HOLD ON

TO SOMETHING THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE

STOP PRETENDING TO LOVE ME

STOP!

The seclusion

The confusion

Tryna’ lose them

THE THOUGHTS

Pray for me

Stay with me

Just lay with me

Stay away from me

INSANITY!

The pain I can’t keep you from

No matter how hard I try

My spirit won’t let me run

From

THE PAIN!

The contusions

Cant move them

Didn’t choose them

Can’t sooth them

That’s why

Time is an Illusion

The minutes

Hours

Days

They won’t let me forget

That it’s the thoughts

In your head

I try and resist

Yes

YOUR THOUGHTS

I’m not psychic

But sometimes I feel you and it’s heavy

And can’t no levee tame your tidal wave of emotion

AND I AINT TALKIN’ BOUT LOVE…

If I knew what you knew

I’d tell time it was a lie

But the truth can’t be ignored

No matter how hard I try

EVIDENCE!

I can’t put expectations on TIME

Because it will always let me down

So I pray away the thoughts

And play meditational sounds

Just to bring time back to its original state

Can’t run from pain

Can’t hide from fate

Cause time will never wait

That’s why

TIME IS AN ILLUSION

Things are not always as they appear

I loved you from a distance

Because I knew dooms day would come

There were too many reasons to run

Like chasing the sun

See, we were always shades of grey

And I just wanted your pain to go away

But never at my expense

And it will never be the same

‘Cause sensations knows your name

From past games

And she has only her image to sustain

So never think it’s about you…

See from my womanly point of view

She will never want you

The way you want her to

And you will be broken

Once

Again

Be

Cause

She

Is

Tainted

Tainted by the past

And even love don’t last

Fool of me!

And now…

I wait

And wait

I wait patiently

 

Something in me

Or someone

Sways for a breeze

To make laughter in-between this hunt

To make hours pass minutes 

Give solace to this broken grunt

Universe help me shift

Free me from this ignorance

So we can coexist?

Him: My stomach hurts

Me: Whats wrong

Him: I don’t know but I got butterflies in my stomach

Me: Its called love

Purple butterflies

Baby’s-breath, lightning bugs, flies

How soon before June

A word can bend a universe

And him was just a random thought

A memory that imprinted on my skin

I hear them whisper

Who is she and where’s she been?

And they don’t know

That I am her…

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