Imperfection At Its Finest
I lost a lot over these past 5 months. But nothing more important than myself. Seeing visions of bad things, hoping they never come true. Your family is your worst enemy?
What does that feel like?
One would not like to know. I don't know how to express any other thoughts than the truth so forgive me If I'm getting too bold. Forgive me if these words are too tough for your hearts to hold, for your eyes to see and for your ears to hear.
As you read these words, know that I'm not fallin in sleep.
I wake up everyday with a new mission on how to keep the Devil away.
And though Jah says he got me, I KNOW i gotta avoid the snares.
Because what's a book w/ no Job and a meeting w/ no stares?
No, I"m not saying they not reciprocating love. But
when your story is effed up. Who else gon love you.
I don't want no imperfect hug.
But see, just today my mind said "Go".
So I went.
And my heart was open but my mind was elsewhere.
I listened up, and the info was Heaven sent. It helped me to see a better tomorrow,
Though today I'm full of sorrow.
I talk myself off a ledge every day, probably 5 times a day. It's quite funny.
[Talking from a person who has full self-control, but because of the day to day she is confronted with bewildering emotions that leave her questioning her faith and even more so, Herself]
Writings from an imperfect muse
What does that feel like?
One would not like to know. I don't know how to express any other thoughts than the truth so forgive me If I'm getting too bold. Forgive me if these words are too tough for your hearts to hold, for your eyes to see and for your ears to hear.
As you read these words, know that I'm not fallin in sleep.
I wake up everyday with a new mission on how to keep the Devil away.
And though Jah says he got me, I KNOW i gotta avoid the snares.
Because what's a book w/ no Job and a meeting w/ no stares?
No, I"m not saying they not reciprocating love. But
when your story is effed up. Who else gon love you.
I don't want no imperfect hug.
But see, just today my mind said "Go".
So I went.
And my heart was open but my mind was elsewhere.
I listened up, and the info was Heaven sent. It helped me to see a better tomorrow,
Though today I'm full of sorrow.
I talk myself off a ledge every day, probably 5 times a day. It's quite funny.
[Talking from a person who has full self-control, but because of the day to day she is confronted with bewildering emotions that leave her questioning her faith and even more so, Herself]
Writings from an imperfect muse
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