A perfect distance between lost and just recluse
Conjoined with the spirit without a grasp on neo-reality
Prosed and poised in the gratitude of a sense of self
And not overlooking the need for someone else
Is this love flowing out of me
Word by word
Phrase by phrase
I thought once I must be selling pain because we don’t ever dance together
How else could happiness feel
Peaceful as we are, bored does not precede a game
Shame on me however, for questioning provision
A mind like His doesn’t need revision
I say I accept my place still I’m praying for more space from the One
Duplicating blessings
For a wretch like me, this is what I get
Me in supplication
I’m better with you
How are you without me
A Lost Valentine
