I don't understand why there's pressure inside,
but the pain that comes from it brings a tear to my eye.
I haven't talked about it but, I still feel pain inside of me.
Is it a heart attack, or is my heart trying to put itself back
from the years of being used, broken in pieces, quarters, and even halves
When I finally have the courage to look at myself well at the mirror,
I see I growth but I have aged.
You're so beautiful; you look like an angel to me,
but by now I know wouldn't be receiving such compliments
Who am I to blame? But I guess,
I have a lot of work and time put in,
but for some reason all my attention were about the point
At this point I feel lost.
I had inspiration to sing and write,
but now, I can't do anything
I know I must learn to forget,
practice ignorance, pretend to not exist,
I want to forget everything
Before I push the reset button for my heart,
there still a chance for a start.
I miss myself
Dear sisters,
Don't ever make mistake of judging your present with your past.
Don't think of a closed chapter,
Open a new chapter and pages
Start over,
The past is meant to stay in the past
Don't let it affect or judge your present
If you dwell in the past, you won't function well
*Alokan Temilade Victoria*
*Light Lamp*
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