too busy chasing lines & wasting too much time Not figuring out our lives neglecting our husbands & wives ditching our nine to fives & drinking til sunrise with tired & bloodshot eyes we are not the good guys leaving would be wise if I could cut some ties & take a step aside & kiss these vibes goodbye

a clear morning that was ever so bright our eyelids could not stay closed or shut tight yellow beams seen through the sheer curtain seams time for a coffee, with a little cream

Stepped outside to feel the warmth from the rays pondering what decides the type of day Peaceful breezes pass by, they set the mood for me to choose this daily attitude

you’re dangerous, because you make me feel safe. bonded over shared sadness, now a sense of comfort and happiness. Our silences are so loud Obsessed yet distant Have you settled or have you grown? confident and insecure We’ve planned all this out, but are you sure?

28 years around the sun, meaningful accomplishments: I have none.

28 years around the sun, lots of memories and regrets, just trying to have fun.

28 years around the sun, Expectations and obligations start to weigh a ton

28 years around the sun, I have no idea what to do next & it’s all too complex

so maybe I’ll just run

Reflections of land, cotton candy skies, all problems at hand have left the mind.

The early bird's song occurs before the catch of the worm; to remind us that your happiness & peace of mind should always come before work.

As I stare at this knife pondering how I could use a better lover in my life I gaze above, at Selene then glide the blade down my sleeve

& as my blood starts slowly dripping, through its flow, I request this from her glow- to grant me more power; so I can watch as they cower when my vengeance is unleashed through my bends of their blood and the sugar of my lips whispering my sweet temptations that manipulate their true intentions into mine forever

Now no one can know That every horrid endeavor Happens as though it came from a lover turned to foe

I am now the moon & my power is planted Now no one will swoon No one will see since they took for granted everything that was me

Traditions breaking genders competing money made money spent finances studied responsibility evaluated head of household? only one

decisions discussed Arguments had over and over respect lowered Feelings altered a future now pondered due to petty greed competitive spirits and the sense of stubborn righteousness Happiness suffers Love changes when purpose clashes