watching love sleep is breathtaking, wondering thoughts before awaking; it’s handsome, content, and humble. spoken below a whisper is understood clearer than I thought, due to its mumble.
blossoming in wonderful change; reaching something I thought was always once out of range…
it was fine, anything said was sweet, and it always says; this is crazy, and I laugh to myself because the joy is merrier, than the intimacy that was there.
nights make me see, that life truly goes on while I am sleeping; while i may decide to rest, they’re people still getting dressed.
also those who are nocturnal, believing that its when life is still, it becomes more eternal; proving that being awake isn’t based on time and space, but whether or not you’re night or day.
nights make me believe, that even in darkness I can see; it gives me faith that a new beginning is only hours away – surely then, it’ll be a new day.
nights make me believe in a lot, whether the dream is real or not; for 10 seconds a dream can show you a lot of blessings.
they’ll be times you’ll have nightmares; even then, life is still just making sure you’re always prepared…
I will never let down my faith, I will remain strong; I’m living for me, even when it seem selfish, I will continue to carry myself along…
I’ve sacrificed almost everything I have for all those I love; assaulted with guilt because I put myself first and thereof. I’m puzzled with my own plans; blind faith to where I’m going, with a vivid recollection of where I began…
forward and backward, time can fly just like that; moving like a speed of light, neglecting the view from your eyes, showing how life can really move really fast…
diving back into the work of my past; studying my old moves that worked, and those that did not last. exposing the struggles I bear; finding an understanding to the emotional warfare…
I will not back down from what was generated for me, my purpose will be inevitably erected; every strike I took toward my calling will show I plied, and the work done for it will reflect it…
a very boastful and talkative person
Meriam-Webster
being patient is like allowing life just to happen. I have realized that there are things you really can’t manipulate, and that’s ok. when the inevitable get’s involved, know that what was for you – would be yours anyhow; you are obligated to all your blessings no matter how long it takes to receive them.
time is what it is; though we try to get ahead of it; even times where we can actually make that happen, we don’t realize it until we get behind again. rambling on – but this is sensible stuff, no pulling wisdom out of thin air, just using the gift of common sense to apply better awareness…
Stop allowing the anxiety of opportunity get the best of you; there are many ways to see things in a better view. appointed to things you may not think you deserve; can turn negativity into a positive curve – even though having front row seats to so many problems can work on your nerves. that’s fine, it’s natural; we all will have our day, and that’s factual!
he didn’t leave her behind, and neither did she; even though the paths felt separate, together they walked them each, and in the end, they were and are still each others peace…
you think your labor is better done yourself, just to say you’ve done it on your own; knowing that there was someone who wanted to be there, now you’re successful, but still alone…
I want to calmly be interested; reclusively intimate…
submissive and quiet, yet, loud in action; simple satisfaction…
I’m taking care of me; Praying entirely to my Lord, that I soon find real peace…
I’m ok, then I’m not; my circumstance feel small, but the mental toll becomes a lot.
I’ve been a big girl, making decisions that usually hurt; I’ve had darker moments, I think this one’s the worst…
I’m amused at the things I choose to love, and stress about; mindlessly naïve to what I should’ve given doubt. I’m frazzled with thoughts I’ve constantly brainstormed; coming to an understanding that there’s a certain way to perform.
I am moving very steady; making preparations to be ready. whatever may come, I want to fully be whole for my blessing; my first reaction will be to many, quite an impression. I’ve been working on changeable flaws; I don’t bother listing them, it would sound like a drawn out clause.
I truly want to be a better person daily; given with support I hold tight to, can only be family. What’s insane, is they’re worst than strangers; though, it’s safe to say at least we can understand each others anger…
I realized that I have an unspeakable amount of strength; getting to a point where I am standing on what I meant. There’s a lot of energy used to manage my temperament. I’m befuddled with the way I’m often treated; no matter what though, I’ll do my best to be obedient.
I’m sharpening my skills I haven’t yet executed; I’m becoming stronger and no longer feeling persecuted. walking in my shoes has taken a tole; running, jumping, NEVER walking, I’m always ruining my soles.
benefiting from hurt is a serious level of reaping; stay close, I haven’t went left, but I tend to be right when I’m speaking…
those that show consistency, only do when it profits selfish satisfactions; my mind is what truly represents my benefaction; yet, I’m made to always feel as if I’m nothing more than a small diffraction.
love me, not my flesh; cherish my spirit, without distress, allow ourselves to genuinely mesh. I will not beg for understanding and intimacy to be vested; never again will I allow my heart to feel detested…
men are so inferior to being open minded; they say they are, then boom! solitary confinement.
there’s no need to be rough with a delicacy; be gentle and calm with your way of intimacy.
walking down courting lane; uncovering adventures that I don’t care to explain. tuning in another’s point of view, enjoying what I see; wishing that sooner, I knew.
capture every moment as a blessing, selected personally for you; universally one moment was for you to embrace, because only you had the power to make it bloom.
dress me with favor; vow to me that I am your only, before the world and my savior…
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