#mitruth

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Feeling better isn’t what it use to be.

It’s ok... yet, something’s missing you see.

Away from humanity takes a toll on your recovery.

Craving for empathy from your heart’s impulse to connect with thee.

Holding on becomes what’s achieved spiritually.

It’s now just you and God’s destiny.

Be strong, for He will be all that He said He would be.

There’s no trace of failure in love.

Flying effortlessly like a white dove.

Wanting more than anything, “you”

...the fit of a glove.

Pure magic from above this hearts free love.

Never too much... it’s true-love,

never to be disposed of.

I’ve had that puppy love,

kind of love, and sort of love.

I’m ready, my forever love.

No forcing or molding into courtly love.

The unedited picture of Gods agape love.

Failure is not an option kind of love.

I’m writing this for you, with love.

You mean more to me than just your past. Insecurities and the love that didn’t last. Your mistakes are not a permanent mask. Secrets and happiness will always clash. Love within can never be a backlash. You mean more than that eagle you cast. Anger spills over causing hearts to crash. Spawning ripples of whiplash; a gash. Distrust and suspicion tighten like a sash. Dispensing pure love like a hot flash. Leaving your spirit weak, mind abash. You mean more than that balderdash. No need for a single batting eyelash. True love never requires any rehash. Trust your heart and come out of that prickly ash.

I don't want you.

Yet, something inside needs to.

Feelings growing through.

Desires peeling onto you.

Charming from my point of view,

like sitting on a mountain taking in the view.

I don't have a clue...

But, from up here you're the perfect hue.

Coloring outside of the lines isn't what I'm used to.

I can't help but feel that I'm just passing through.

In lieu of what I know, I still want to need you.

Restraints aren't apart of MiTruth...

I just want to |_ () \/ € |_! £ €... and possibly you.

You're charming through and through.

get out of your head

this isn’t another book you’ve read

climbing up the wrong tree bed

hoping to find what’s consciously dead

the mind is a tricky spearhead

it can stand alone, if it’s not braindead

become powerful or remain breastfed

raise yourself out of your mommas bed

grown men don’t throw shade ahead

of those who help them get a leg

no one cares about your bloodshed

nor who’s laying in that double bed

can you be self-sufficient; egghead

or will you need to be carried to your death bed

It feels right, so I’ll keep you in my sites

holding back increases the appetite,

your touch, a warm beaming light

over this heart... a delight

resisting the temptation to take flight

only because it just might

work out when the time is right

the door is open and you got the invite

what’s right doesn’t take all of your might

naturally it builds its own hype

reservations aren’t needed for insight

genuine feelings flying like a kite

relieves the scariest stage fright

just ask yourself does it feel wrong or right.