Hurricane winds are attacking my panes… My panes were my shields but now the pain has shattered those windows… Right through me knives were stabbed resulting from the badgered emotions I’m beginning to forget how to hide…
When did he care?
A life of mine a life of yours… A life of Gods love yet our loves become vacant… Nothing resides here except the brilliance from our creations smiles… I want to be healed so I kneel and pray (excuse me Father for my sins. I ask for forgiveness, healing, and guidance. You are my savior o Lord). Selfishness blinds it flipping blinds and it’s blinded you from ever opening your eyes… Their gorilla glued sealed resistant… Those resistant fuckers have left my jewelry sported love tarnished. Erased, rubbed out, scribbled over, whited out…everything we scripted removed and now a mere remnant… In fact, I don’t think I can remember.
I think I used to brag about us… Once upon a time I just wanted to love you baby now I don’t love you baby I only love our baby…. I have my corrective lens in so unlike you I can in fact fasten myself onto the impression of us once being annihilated
How can I trust you … With me? The times have been worn out like my endless breath… I breathed every element trying to fix… Trying to fix what you let… You said you would never falter in your stance. A mans man would never let his woman, that of his own rib, swim through shark snapping hurt filled waters with no protective gear. For I let it all rest bare in your palms… Coconuts shaken from palm trees falls leaves all fallen… I’ve been left bare… All I can do is protect myself from unnecessary exposure. Milked and barren hopelessly clinging to BeenieMan songs… “memories don’t live like people do…!!!!”
The accusations of me Creeping in attending creeped inns… All this false shit
You’re a liar a cheater a deceiver heart breaker… Forget the rest I’m just broken. Still I’m a woman of strength. I’m strong. I’m poised. I’m blessed. I have something left. And all I have left weight lifted… I’m raising the bar… Giving it another push… Flexing my muscle… My heart is my strongest muscle and that born within my flesh from my flesh I know his innocence is still fresh and I’m above… Sweetly un-bitter
Leaving bittersweet moments I’m …….. Prayed up and certain.
Building against these hurricanes storms… Their power is no match for my battery back up. For He, God, my battery back up has my back, and now I get back up!
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