At a loss for words I empathize and fail to understand The depth of the pain of yearning for A love coveted and yet never known
An empty bassinet And whispers made of cries That resound inside your mind Wondering about those you might have had
Yet it makes you no less a mother When the spirited young live on
As if man's best friend is God's way To fill this void inside your heart for child's play In the bark of our rambunctious kids of canine origins Love surpasses the restrictive perspective of creatures ...
On opposite ends of this spectrum We stand parallel and going in the same direction Till we branch off to find our destination Yet we will remember where we began This the foundation for the rest of our lives The memories we make here establishing family ties
No purer love than infancy As a newborn is but the type and shadow Of a family's first steps in the remaking Learning our roles as we dance around romance Of mother and son dynamics
The heart becomes more fluid in its language When love is the universal tongue ...
How do I say it any better To offer some insight in an after death love letter To commemorate and honor the memory of you As wisdom pleads with my footsteps To transcend these words and let them become what I do
Enough about me and my reflection You're an unseen sight to behold Caught on a thought as I attempt to utter your brilliance
Anything beautiful and the only thing worth mentioning in me Is the fact that I'm just the offspring of your undying legacy
Surely you are still alive in me As I think to reminisce on what...
How do I do this Left in the aftershock When there was no way to brace For this unexpected end Long and drawn out In isolation and starving for affection
Socially stunted Who would've thought a breath could feel further than a mile away And I'm up against the ropes of obligation Trying to find the balance while prone to negligence for dwelling I'm alive or something like it, trying to live for something more but failing
Caught between emotions Loss and war without a reason Pain finds us up in arms How do you...
financial therapy circulate the economic blood flow like CPR on a failing pulse revive from the ways we sought to recover
after we've sunk ships captains of sand empires this sickness goes to show how frail we are
the compromise of the system selling out for safe havens nevertheless I too partake as we train for socialistic ideals redistributing the wealth is this a dream or a nightmare from which I cannot wake?
i've got hopes without a plan to define as i wait to be permitted my regulated right to...