Beautiful

Beautiful skin;
Beautiful brown eyes;
Beautiful long hair;
Beautiful smiles;
Beautiful curves;
Only you I will serve;

Beautiful complexion;
Beautiful reflection;
Beautiful words;
Only your love is superb;

Beautiful thoughts;
Beautiful long walks;
Beautiful gear;
Beautiful things I want to wisper in your ear;
I want to love you forever;

Beautiful present;
Beautiful future;
Beautiful past;
I want this feeling to last;

Thank God for you;
Thank God for you staying true;
Thank God and pray that we both stay true;
Thank God and pray that I stay with you;
Thank God and pray that you stay with me;

If not thank God and hope he sets you free;

I want out of here!

I want out of here. Out of these thoughts, away from these people, and away from my life.

I'm exasperated with the same old same. The cycle of my current crisis. It happens again and again and again and again. This situation I'm in puts me in a position to reflect on my bad decisions. My decisions to push forward with something that doesn't want to push forward with me.

I thought it was possible to win this battle, but myself kept getting in the way. Life is starting to become predictable. I know the ending before I'm even in the middle of it.

What do you do when life becomes predictable? What do you do when no one is on your side?

I'm in a lonely place with no friendly familiar faces. The ones I thought I had in my corner vanished like the sun before the moon shined. How can I bring the sun back? Why is the moons light so dim in comparison to the sun? Why aren't the stars the sign of peace in my life anymore?

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I don't why

I tried to understand. I tried.
I tried to figure it out.
I tried to be patient. I tried.
I tried to change.

I thought about the consequences.
But I rush to the judgments made.

Why?

I really wanted to grow.
I wanted to find the end of alone, and create
a new definition of together.

Some how some way it became another way.
I chased. When that didn't work I ran.

Why?

I'm stronger than I appear.
More confident that my heart seems to lead.
I am the end result of this mess we made.
But, I am so much more.

Take a step back and see....... I am.