Tonight I write the honest lines
that cannot seem to be confined
within this crazy mind of mine
I speak the truth of today
as my voice shakes and sway
in the hundredth I feel astray
I ask God today if I can fix you
and his answer was a wind that blew
and in my mind an idea grew
Why would I fix, something's not broken
maybe some scars are left unspoken
even then, she doesn't need an owen
Her mind is tangled and boggled
and everything to her seems to be a bother
if only her problems are encircled
To see her hurting is remorseful
yet trying to help may seem forceful
How can something be hard in something simple
You see these honest lines I wrote
are those I haven't took a note
Still be careful, for we don't want to sink the boat
God made her the perfect mess
that I don't know If I can caress
properly so it would be less
Nonetheless, She's overall she's great
just hope that the love she has won't turn to hate
We don't know what will happen if they conflate
I know she can be tough and hard to be dealt
as she has been hardened by the smelt
of time, but in the right hand, she'll melt
So for the honest lines
statements I forced to rhyme
someone please love her properly, in perfect time
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