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Thursday, February 25, 2021

Conflicted


[The Moon]
You see at this point my heart hurts, things are far worse than I could ever imagine
Trying to figure out what you and I are worth, why does it always feel like we are cursed
I mean the wounds are too deep to have these scars nursed
To bring care, I think of where we started, in the air where Mars lurks
I searched in the dark parts of the universe, met you in-between the stars first
Found my moon, just before my mind bared a guard burst
My last art work marked the beautiful words that carved purpose
Tried to show you, you aren't worthless
Instead, are worth it
Hoping to reveal to those whats behind curtains
A fine purchase, with a divine surface, the kind version, the one thing that left my mind wordless

[The Downfall]
Though I fell from the sky, overwhelming stressed out
Tried my best to block the mess out, kept being pressed down
My best friend left town, I was thinking less now, then half of me just checked out
Not accepting I was a depressed clown
I kept investing in what I could deem the best route
And still I went down, further beyond just wet clouds
Even the moon could not see me as I went south
And still it reached out, hoping to redirect doubt
But I had fallen with my bent crown
In a distress pout, or at the place my chest drowned
I no longer possessed clout, was no longer a blessed sprout
I had nothing to impress the moon, just burnt respect and whatever was left now
I was out of the moonlight, dreaming of eternal rest now
So I confess, to the moon from which I was obsessed about
I failed to address my progress when I wasn't giving my best out

[Us]
Because my mind was confined, not just by the fine lines drawn to divide us
The lack of prime time inside us showed why we defined crime and lust
Plus we defied our trust, denied our plus one, and became a bind of fuss
I search of whats right and just, in hopes to rewind of when mine was cusp
I aligned my must, grew my vine of luck and climbed until I saw my divine was plush
And these rhymes I brush, like paint, surely do try to bring light to whats
Been on my mind, from dusk to dawn, every line drawn to find whats wrong
Perfectly pictured in my palms, our world written like bygones
And still everyday I'm reminded that this is lifelong
No reason to race through a marathon, we got to make a decision before we act on
Something restrictive, and so I blame the sickness that in both of us existed
For this wicked, twisted, unpredicted situation that hath stricken
Because I want you to feed my addiction, bring my prescription, to relieve the pain inflicted
But I'm so conflicted, I want to be golden when you're the ticket
Its just we both have to be committed to being better than whats depicted
For my love is unrestricted, and if I didn't believe in you I wouldn't have picked you to be more than my statistic.