It's the morning dawn and I can't get up for beauty
But I feel intoxicated with this kissof the morning
wafting with cake from the night , I can't fight
A devils invitation to save me
It's the blissful sounds of grandfathers memoirs
but my mind wont accept that kind of passion
I blade my skin through the torment of a dream
/ a fantasy/ a beautiful illusion that uses props from me
but interoggates me by deepening my affair
It's the escape from a queit living room into a vivid wildness
sometimes i think I can touch but if i think harder
I will know it is touchable , just through a different journey
sometimes I ask myself what is stopping me , only to see it is me
I try and save things missing
I tr and forget things gone
deep in the back of my mind I still worry, but I am determined to change
change to be me
change to be something I can fall in love with
no one else
I ask God to help me change in this year
to help me become the womn i want to be
or to invade problems only to kill them
and to occupy dreams that save
and to heal through praying
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