Restored Purity

It was awkward for a moment but then it rained
Still quite, tension by design
Do I care about you? In a shy way.
“No no no…..it was really good. You had to be there” is what I saw when your palms met in front of me
Surely time had passed since singing was the thing and hair was never ending
I thought for sure high notes like this never existed in tampered adolescence
What I thought was lost came in the form of adorable irritation and random facts
Do you wanna talk about it? Not really but is it worth discussing ? Absolutely
What I have shared and forgotten was restored.
What most search for and get temporarily lives in what has fallen apart.
The design of what occurs will be kept permanently
Don’t drop love, it’s supposed to be heavy

LPHD

So the words roll off yet lash out and the hard work doesn’t go unnoticed.
But what does all of the motion mean if it is never the main focus ?
There is madness behind everything we do and bravery in everything we go through.
Its not just the memories that keeps us reminded .
You've had to grasp the concepts before the verbal became the gospel and the gestures became the evidence.
If you ever chose to listen to my word, I hope it will soon become your solace .
When I used my mother earth branches to give you a hand, it was my life’s plan .
Celebrate the daily with the rarity, hard work with leisure and the disgust with care .
What they don’t recognize, please choose to understand and let it go .
Through life’s power we share all that we have….don’t force it .
My touch, I’ll earn it …..my words, I’ll never spin it .
The pieces I will pick up leave stories on my palms .
The water I drink will open the kisses that are a will to love .
There is a reason for us to communicate while not leaving our credibility trained .
Until my resting lay, I’ll keep my lips painted and hands decorated.

Think Of My Child

The feeling never flowed both ways sadly. The nights were made for you to say things you didn’t portray.
Fragile. You must be lost. Nothing so weak could be exposed as a tainted solid.
We started to create a little bonilla. Our unicorn away from horses.  Our success fueled by flops.
You knew who I was when I gave my unfiltered honesty & passion. But for someone so undiscovered I guess any thrill will do.
A master of his craft does not let road blocks let minor adjustments harm the path of their dream but with my little bonilla, I caved. My dream was you and all you could be.
Every lace I tied for us, you decided to trick me…slip knot.
I explained Layla, you showed me Corey….I gave you James A. and you made me remember Tech N9ne. We were all over a joint life Playlist and you hid for illegal downloads instead of appreciating the album in front of you. Blind industry man.
Don’t fret none, all is not forgotten. I do miss the midnight &  crimson nightmare fairytale we could have been. Our joint goals & future achievements . Yeah, never forgotten yet forever a failure.
It’s crazy how your revival killed me. You are a grand actress Alexis. I’ll keep my little bonilla safe. I will never trust again what is on the outs. I’ll always give to what is coming in. I didn’t know I was a second guitar. Kudos for putting me center stage so I could fall out of love with an artist to become a masterpiece.

When A loses her B

I wasn’t planning on your pain to cross my T and i didn't think that I was the dot that would cross your eye.
The top wasn't where i wanted to be, prosperously equal was what I was reaching for.
Life is full of excepting absence & moving along. The art sometimes I wish I wouldn't have mastered.
You're right in front of my face though….but you've shown no clarity.
The vision has been spoken, sincerity reviewed, conclusion definite…..we are too similar.
I’m the lady who will eventually make the babies who might drive you crazy & you want the same but uncertainty wants you to trade me instead of displaying me.
The road to redemption isn't a easy one but it is sparing to say the least.
When I sliced 2008 open with sharp emotions….you drank from my wound willingly. You saw the blue before the red. You tasted your iron unknowingly. That was it…our common ground.
So I danced around the walls like you didn't place them only to realize that I was the setup.
Just to figure out that you don't need to cross my T to stand by me.
Then the words made it topsy-turvy, flipped shit around….to our sides. That’s what I wanted, the equality.
You aren't to live, you are to love. I had to make it visible. You are the challenger, I am the challenge.
Thanks for becoming my new best friend.