Can’t believe I lost it
Can’t believe I lost it
I am so ashamed
A better me is coming
So wild, she cannot be tamed
She will not be contained
Can’t believe I lost it
I am so ashamed
A better me is coming
So wild, she cannot be tamed
She will not be contained
Life is too short to set aside how you feel
Deny it if you want to, forget what is real…
By the time you want to act right, I’ll be long gone Boo
I’ve wanted you for a while now…no longer can I wait for you
But by the time you’re not scared to admit you want the same…
I will have moved on, and you sir, would’ve lost out on a good thang
To be true to yourself
Means to live yourself unconditionally
To be strong, unapologetic, free and unashamed…
To be Wild
The lion is never sorry for being what nature intended for him to be
Like a Flower from the concrete
I am stronger than the rest
I’ve grown big and strong…
Survived all this time with much less
And here…we are
Oh what joy Christmas brings Laughter and paper fill the air Toys and games are played, electronics are touched, oooo’d, watches and used The day
I write in the cold, it helps me think Not outside, but in my room Windows open, cold air in, swirling around to take the
You told yourself you wouldn’t let yourself love him, but you did anyway
He said he didn’t want to hurt you, but he did anyway
He broke you off, lifted you up, played in your mind, and became what wasn’t supposed to be
But everything was fine
You both were happy
And then something changed
He started to stray
And you, you began to drift away
This was true meant to happen this way
This wasn’t meant to happen this way
Where do it go?
What could it be?
But all he could say is, “it’s not you, it’s me”
To which you replied, “you’re absolutely right, it couldn’t possibly be.”
Don’t tell me to “calm down,” “be easy, or tell me “it’s not that serious”
I love me enough to let you know what the fuck is on my mind…
I love me enough to be sexy in my own way, not the way you want me to be
I love me enough for the both of us
You don’t like it? Walk. Byeeee
Too many times has he made her his trash
Too many times he has put her last
One day a better he will come along
Only then you will realize she was somethin to be admired
Not taken for granted
Not thrown away and picked up at your leisure
Someone will see the beauty beneath
Someone will be the frame her art will to happy to sit in