My Sister Stacy wrote this, and I wanted to share it. She speaks my mind and heart with this one.
A pressing issue that matriculates into every heartbeat, every breath I take, from the top of my head to the soul of my feet.
From the last breath I take, to every prayer I make your best interests overrides my senses making everything seem minute and unimportant
A dying need to give you my all, & from a spiritual perspective, the consideration of a lustful fall
I want to be your everything, your verse over a tight beat, putting previous hooks to shame, an instant defeat. Incomparable lyrics so unbearable forms tears in the eyes describing a love so raw, yet so real that even the generations over the generations over the generations can feel
Having accepted that this who I am, who would be man enough to accept and reciprocate this intricate and explicit, exclusive and intrinsic gift of mine?
Maybe in time, but not at the moment, and this draws me mad because I’m ready to show it!!!
Where does the line lay between love and blindness? Sometimes I can’t see it because of my extreme kindness, but over the years this what I’ve learned, regardless of the many times that I’ve been burned,
Regardless of the many tears that stained my pillow, and the many times my heart stopped beating from being punctured by an arrow, inflamed with pain and the ending of us, because of who I was I lost your trust.
Now I stand boldly even in prayer, because even I can’t believe that I’m about to go there, but part of finding yourself is accepting who you are, and once I understood that this became a no holds bar.
I’ve been given this life and I’m gonna live it! From the heartaches to the hard loves and whatever else comes with it! I smiled as I wrote that because I can’t change the blueprint, not everyone is like me…again….not everyone is like me (as I so bluntly dropped this hint)
I stand proud in who I am and the woman GOD made me to be because so many people walk around empty, afraid to love and afraid to try, and that’s just not me & I don’t care to understand why. All I know is that whatever happens, happens, one step at time, crossing over the madness, and yes my steps seem to be giant leaps, but then again it’s just another part of me.
So whatever comes next I’m ready for it all…hardships and all….joyous memories and all…a deep real love and all….