I Dream of Home Sometimes
There are days that I dare to dream otherwise, Of what a home would be for me and mine, Of how I would fill it
Tested By The Hands Of Time
Before my whole being gives up the fight Before my arms grow weary of holding you Before my ears find your voice unknown to me
The Toughest Man, What A Joke
A girl. A child. A daughter. A human, perhaps, But all you saw was a toughest man in there, When all I wanted to be
Longer Than We Should Have
Hopeful that tomorrow would be better Holding on to the belief That broken can be mended Confident that we would mature We held on longer
Burdens of An Overthinker
I love you, but your response to my confession is scary. I love you, but what happens if it’s just a feeling, An infatuation mistaken
I Played God, And I Flopped
Being a giver, a fixer I struggled when they hurt, craved their okayness, And went out of my way to make them okay Tried to
If And When You Find Him
Make it known unto him That I did in fact, love him That I did truly, want him And I did truly, choose him. Tell
The Ever-Looming Presence
I was a loner. From the beginning Ganeered strength to always walk alone That morning, my hairs stood, my heart rushed He was lurking behind
There’s Something About Darkness
They desired the bread and onions in Egypt I keep going back for the love and attention Forgetting the slavery and bondage for years I
My Side… Dear Daughter
My dear daughter, you’ve said your part. I’ll tell mine. Believing me or not is your choice. I loved your mother, like I’ve never loved
