Peace...
I'm original, bless for 'dat.
Peace,
Be with me.
I never allowed a man
and love
To make me lonely.
I'm scared.
This isn't fair!
He took the life right out
of me,
walked me over
and didn't care.
Peace!
Where's the love in 'dat?
I'm tell you now
I don't want you back
in my life!
And
You already know 'dat!
I'm original.
I'm bless for 'dat!
But real love
and peace,
for you,
will be hard to find.
The worst love
Is one that affects
The Mind.
Lovers like yourself
Are representatives of what we truly
Don't need.
Your tears of watching me leave
To create my own closure
Aren't of sorrow.
I'm tears of your peace
Letting yourself down
Thinking I was going to
Go with you.
Our peace makes us
Two pieces,
So our clarity will be different.....
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The Vivid Dreamer
Awkward to love. Quick to give. My reality is within my words. Esteemed Queen saved me. My life is a bestseller.
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