Some of us learn the hard way. Those hard lessons shed light on reality, in that reality I found my authentic beauty. Within that beauty I found me...
To know you and to have touched you I am glad for what we had... I’m not going back there no matter how amazing it was.
You won't miss me when I'm gone,
I'm not asking you too,
I'm fresh out of those request,
I'm just tired now,
The pain I feel won't heal,
The weight on my shoulders heavier than ever,
The tears won't dry in the pillow anymore
There aren't many INDIVIDUALS left,
Endangered species in ever changing jungles,
Just trying to be themselves,
But deep down inside,
Everyone wants to be you,
Or someone else
I could ask what happened,
But the deceit isn't worth my sanity.
The stories you craft aren't bestsellers,
The pictures you paint aren't Van Gogh's
It's close to perfect,
I know GOD crafted it,
Maybe for me, maybe for someone else,
But they're definitely heaven sent.
I’m parched at the thought,
But these deserts don’t have an oasis,
Trust me I’ve imagined it too.