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“ #TANGENTS “


 

Slipped off the wagon and went on tangents in my mind what could've happened.

How can a person be so cold but yet so warm? So loving yet so condescending?

 

 

I open the door that God was telling me to close.

Went around John's barn to see how my love would play out.

..... in the end I was victorious without you. No wonder the open door God was telling me to close was freedom from your ways.

Out of all the ones you claim to be yours was actually incorrect

because you beat around the bush and try to hide yourself from those who you tried to ignore.

And yet you still couldn't approach the essence of my human being; the truth of all the lies you tried to cover underneath- With all the damage that I had to convey and store away.

For some reason I managed to be strong as steel

but is that even real ?

You envied my intelligence and yet you chose to test my patience

yet you knew I could put you in your place without cussing or intervening in your lustful ways.

To this day , I stand high & proud telling you off as I did then and now

and now and then , you lacked to show your truth within

The walls cracked the gap of the love that I had.

but instead all I got was manipulation and yet the funny thing is that misled your ways.

A person can be known for being the happiest  person in the world you can ever meet .

however they have fire inside to turn down all there enemies plans in order for them to not to succeed .

 

We all don't start off as flowers whether it's  a seed or weed that grows

whether or not we empower or rather sink than float

Bless your soul and bless others

Never let the gaping walls crack or the ocean sea swallow you whole.

You have a life to live

Grow from the dirt

Learn from the pain

Seize the heartache

Endure the reign

Live to the fullest

Never be too full to gain

They are the audience,

you are the performer

They're in the cheap seats for a reason

The only difference is you control how you want your life to be played.

Not portrayed

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munchymadeit

18/“ Don’t sell your worth & soul for free to a soul that has no idea how much your worth truly means .” \ Poet

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