“There will never ever be another exact you in the history of the cosmos.” Your words cut me to the core..especially when I feel so incredibly flawed.. like Van Gogh with one ear.. I can barely hear.. the whispers of the universe on what I’m doing here... I am so torn miserably .. with or without you.. I can’t live.. broken apart..a repair shop flop..only good for parts.. oh my God.. it hurts.. it hurts to be ripped apart.. to experience this heart this heartbreak of coming awake.. what was I thinking.. how did I ever think.. I could overcome this game? Was I insane? I don’t know how much more time..much more rhymes I have left.. I think I come up for a breath but then I’m sucked down again.. into the depth.. deep seeded grief..needing to be seen.. when my eyes..are tired of looking.. when my brain has gone on vacation.. and this never ending rhythm beating beating beating.. oh make it stop.. make it stop.. the sounds of my failures haunting me.. echoing my short comings.. my not living up to expectations.. but who’s.. who’s expectations.. who’s wanting desires.. who’s editing this script.. who’s writing the scene.. can you please be gentle with me? I’m still learning..to accept all of me.. to love all the parts ..on the outskirts of town.. all the parts that made me frown inside deep deep down. I’m sorry, I feel weak today, your words are lovely and drape me in cashmere clothing.. but I’m still in my pajamas and talking to cameras.. about how I will be better..you wait and see..but tomorrow never comes.. and today is half way done..and I’m still deciding on what to make for breakfast.. eating has been hard lately.. to schedule through the tears.. And yes, my love, it’s been years..since I’ve held your hand..gazed in your eyes.. and put my hand in your pocket..and told you no lies...You are always inside of me..cause I love you..desperately..truly..madly..deeply.❤️ to ♾
“There will never ever be another exact you in the history of the cosmos.” Your words cut me to the core..especially when I feel so incredibly flawed.. like Van Gogh with one ear.. I can barely hear.. the whispers of the universe on what I’m doing here... I am so torn miserably .. with or without you.. I can’t live.. broken apart..a repair shop flop..only good for parts.. oh my God.. it hurts.. it hurts to be ripped apart.. to experience this heart this heartbreak of coming awake.. what was I thinking.. how did I ever think.. I could overcome this game? Was I insane? I don’t know how much more time..much more rhymes I have left.. I think I come up for a breath but then I’m sucked down again.. into the depth.. deep seeded grief..needing to be seen.. when my eyes..are tired of looking.. when my brain has gone on vacation.. and this never ending rhythm beating beating beating.. oh make it stop.. make it stop.. the sounds of my failures haunting me.. echoing my short comings.. my not living up to expectations.. but who’s.. who’s expectations.. who’s wanting desires.. who’s editing this script.. who’s writing the scene.. can you please be gentle with me? I’m still learning..to accept all of me.. to love all the parts ..on the outskirts of town.. all the parts that made me frown inside deep deep down. I’m sorry, I feel weak today, your words are lovely and drape me in cashmere clothing.. but I’m still in my pajamas and talking to cameras.. about how I will be better..you wait and see..but tomorrow never comes.. and today is half way done..and I’m still deciding on what to make for breakfast.. eating has been hard lately.. to schedule through the tears.. And yes, my love, it’s been years..since I’ve held your hand..gazed in your eyes.. and put my hand in your pocket..and told you no lies...You are always inside of me..cause I love you..desperately..truly..madly..deeply.❤️ to ♾
Thank you John. I love this one.