she is a pastel petal or a watercolor painting still damp with hues that drip florets so sweetly delicate fragile as a monarch with patchy scales fluttering as she smiles sensitive and secluded her heart sheltered under thorny guard but oh, the aroma she bears when one stops to water her pastel petals shaming every rose that dare grow in her garden
I feel for you man I wish I could stand Next to you in this time Instead of in line You've not been the best To be fair neither have I But I wish you the best You've not left my sight You did me very wrong And you pushed me out But to hate you would be wrong That's not the correct route If I could stand beside you I'd give you my all To help you to heal To help you to smile
What happened to uplifting our own men and women? Encouraging them to do and want to be more. To be that leader and find the courage within them To stand up and believe in the things they want to fight for I'm waiting for the day that our men will take their rightful place as the kings they were born To stop following these trends and fix the relationships that's torn So we can rebuild our nation that we were taken from A nation of golden treasures that was stolen Like the souls of our women following society's poisons, its potent I'm waiting for...
I’d like to believe you picked me Though I pulled you from the dirt And stuffed you in my pocket To see my little world Your heaviness didn’t bother me Nor sink me It was the pollution within That killed our sunshine What could I do?
Tufts of white, pure and light Drifted in the gentle breeze I didn’t notice your abscence Until I needed something To fill me I realized then, it was all a scheme All along I had carried A pocket full of empty