Self-love
Just know that I know, and I’m hurt now I’m cold.
Not my heart but my soul
And its lost, it’s a ghost.
Just kicked out of its home it has nowhere to go.
All that’s its known been deceived and miss-told.
It must wonder alone to get back what he stole not me but my hope.
The love I once spoke taken in as a joke.
Not naive he was home .
I was never alone.
Let him take the lead gave him trust I believed
How silly of me, why do such a thing?
So you mean to tell me that if one plants a seed,
He then feeds it with warm everything it could need.
That seed will then grow the plant starts to show.
But deep down below the roots ten times mo.
The plant is the heart prone to hurt from the start, he removes it then leaves but he left one big thing.
The roots they cant move they’re stuck there like glue.
People have no clue why im stuck and wont move.
But what people don’t know is the way that love grows.
They see whats on top assume that’s where it stops.
Unaware of the roots the roots had a head start.
Its what holds me in place the foundation my home.
When he pulled out my heart, he removed my soul.
But remember that home is all that she knows.
Where the roots lie below the roots from the seed planted so long ago.
By the one who provided this new type of growth.
So now what to do judgment clouded cant choose.
Don’t know what to believe, and she`s restless cant sleep,
But she does have her heart and although torn apart,
She will have to start there together heal the scares.
Take the home they once knew the lessons from the growth and not use it for hate known to proliferate.
But to do unto them what they once gave to him.
All the love and the trust unshakable faith encouraging words and patience’s like the waves.
To allow time and effort to perfect past mistakes.
Learn to love them self just as they learned to love him.
Then the home once destroyed can be rebuilt again.
But this time the seed.
The seed planted within.
So when your soul is lost and your hearts torn apart,
And the roots from your growth has grown down to far.
When the seed that was planted cam from an impure heart.
And I know you feel numb don’t give up were not done.
When you still feel attached but don’t wanna go back,
To the pain its okay don’t let it run you away
the lesson is the thing you must take away.
What once hurt from the past prepares you for today.
The growth from the start was playing a part.
And I know it hurts now but its teaching your heart,
If it starts from inside who can tear it apart.
Yeah you`ll still get hurt plenty bruises more scares.
The crying the pain its apart of it all.
No matter who hurts you its power they cease,
Cause when you love yourself theirs becomes obsolete.
The love you have for yourself keeps you strong on your feet.
So when you start to fall re position your seed.
For no one can take a love they cant reach.
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