Didn'T Create No Punk
Person, family, son, father or aunt
Tangible or not
Anxiety, stress, pain…
It can all be the same
The beginning of the migraine.
Wrong churn my stomach all you want
Bait me, trick me; lie as you constantly do
I getting tired of you…
The game has went on long enough
It’s best that we both depart for just that much.
Nothing malicious, this is pure
Love is the ultimate cure.
But like the sun you may curse
I will still swelter, warm, nurture; I can only be true…
And why not start with you.
The reason we part ways
Nature has that spunk
Faith in not your deception but in what’s real…
Whew!
How did that feel?
Love only creates Love
Dropped that baggage
Feels like an advantage.
When the sunsets you’ll feel the warmth of light
with a kiss goodnight
Warm enough to change tides
Only when you feel it is right?
That isn’t inclusive
Enough said.
So consider me weak for taking a step aside
Truth is there is no cowardice in saying goodbye.
Stand on principal, you know not
Preaching hurry and be what you cannot
Anything outside Love doesn’t exists.
Until you can see every organism’s purpose
Goes way beyond lifetimes, form or idea
Thank you – take a breath and say
I am Love everyday.
So a punk God, Universe, Nature cannot create,
Strength we continue to make.
So the stomach may cringe all it likes
Missing able to be as you say
eye to eye we can play all day
I chose the peaceful way.
Namaste
-Symphony
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