Have you ever heard these words? " Honey, it's not you. It's me!" "I don't deserve you." "You are just too good for me!" Lies. Lies. And more lies. But the coin has flipped. And honey, it's not you. It's me! See, who can't stay in a relationship like this? I'm the one who's broken and shattered. Who's afraid to ever trust in anyone. Who cannot love ever again! It's not you, is just me, who can't see the light through these darkened walls inside this dark cave where your obsessive love has buried me in, alive. Alive, but almost dead inside, inside this hell, we call "our lives"! So don't hold be back. Don't stop me know. Just let me go. Please let me fly and don't block my path. 'Cause you'll never know how angry I am. And I too know how to "fly a pan", or maybe a glass... But it's not you, dear. Is me. It's all my fault... I just can't love, ...
LIKE A FISH UNDER A STURGEON MOON Today I'm rolling down on these old known roads; creating paths and trails without bumps or stones, here I go. Forget about leaving traces... I will go places. Need no one to find me, or follow behind… I go up now climbing ladders I said I would climb. Watch me out hurling my fishnet casting it far, catching the biggest shark under a brimming sky, with one large moon and followed by thousands stars… Under this full moon I also go fishing for peace, forgiveness, and forgetfulness, and for prayers long forgotten bellow green palm trees drenched in rum-coconut water, resting, day-dreaming and napping. Here in Caribbean gardens. I'm picking apples and cinnamon sticks, I'm harvesting grapefruits, and fruits and grapes, bananas and grapefruits, camellia flowers for my tea, avocado for my toasts and even chickweed, and mint leaves, and more, for my magical elixirs. Skyclad I go barefoot to the rockiest beach fishing,...
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