feeling so close, but being so distant-
you teach me self love.
i question every name on the list and..
wander into my ascent up above.
i’m tired of people belittling the truth-
everyone knows “faith” comes in time with its proof.
you can’t take from others what isn’t there,
and you seem to think that content feel means to swear-
to others, your life, your time and your energy
your power, your money... is it even within me?
show me the strength, the very power of your limbs,
and i’ll branch out the very second you see fit.
demanding self love seems like quite the heady task, but after all
we can clearly see your mask.
i’m tired of dealing with all these worldly human problems,
i want to go back fucking home to andromeda.
About the Creator
bailey
nothing means anything, and that is the answer to everything
i’m an artist
i sing, tho i’m not that great
i play instruments
i write
i paint
i dance
i express myself in many different ways, though art in all forms seems to be the most liberating
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