Like jaded clouds I'm floating on temporary forever.
Wishing I could take it back in time and do things differently, secretly wishing my dream would come true, and I could have it that way.
Sometimes blessings come late
But never too late, always on time.
You're looking at me or maybe through me, I can't tell.
When I look at you I see nothing but emptiness lingering in your eyes, a deep sadness rooted back in time.
A wound never healed, never sealed, just open, and bleeding out.
"Out", a-ha sort of like me living my life out and proud. Never been the one to hide who I was. Never ashamed, until my mother shamed me. She said that I'd never go to heaven because God doesn't like ugly.
Well when I look in the mirror I don't see ugly. Beauty isn't measured through outer appearance but into the heart of the soul. Beauty comes from within, soulful and sound.
The gravitational pull of the way Earth massages my body, my mind.
Happy my mind is still in tact.
Like jaded clouds my eyes tell a story one cannot tell orally. Someone once told me people with the most stunning eyes tell a story without moving lips.
Do you see what I see? A man similar to evil. The evil comes to destroy people and their family. Do you have a deep rooted sadness like I do or are you blinded by the Devil's shades?
Your eyes seemingly starring into the abyss, empty, and tear-less. Raw and open, my heart is.
Can you hear me? My cries at night? Whimpering alone in the dark behind closed doors my cheeks burning.
Mom, I don't think you even care about me. Too bad because I have a peculiar story to tell.