Through it all… “BEAUTIFUL” was the thought, though it’s not always what it is. I wanted it to last… beautiful that is…but it died in the fight.

I suffocated from a fragrance from what “LOVE” once was. I collected heart bleeds like souvenirs as the stench of wasted efforts filled the room. Energy stolen, happiness barrowed wasn’t able to tell the deception.

I cried within wanting not to feel what I felt…the heart became a lonely warrior.....escaping me the time that is precious, rushing proved unreal.

It took some time to realize I was hit…hit with a slow bullet. (go head Sade with your bad self)

Here comes the morning sun whispering… it was your yesterday, it said…your yesterday winter is over, your flowers are budding…your spring is here ready for the truly “BEAUTIFUL” that’s down in your soul, in your thoughts, and in your heart. You make the BEAUTIFUL