When you told me to go write I didn't think my soul could keep up
but it was when I chose to overanalyze I'd realized I was running with a half full cup
i wanted so badly what I thought I should and learned in wanting so bad that having that I never would
People desire what others don't have just to prove heart enough to mainatin having it.
Like a monthly bill loving has turned into
we expect another soul to accept and overlook so much however in ourselves we find we wouldn't even accept what we present
In old souls we find minute pieces of ourselves that we love more than the pieces we wouldn't have noticed without them. and In that we find a new segment of peace with ourselves and new nakedness of soul that we choose to accept. Time don't leave yet and if you do choose to leave the clues behind of what you think i'll need to be my vitamin please leave honesty and truth on an altar for me and my past; small enough to fit in our purse and big enough to never run out of things to imagine. In that you would be the best moon one could see the best wish a star could bring.