Habit
I’m no more than what God prepared me to be .
What’s in store just candy and artificial sweets
No fruit in the food desert for king
I’m so hungry but all i could eat was sleep
Planning the future promising myself I’ll learn to save
This cave I’m chained in is no more than a fancy room
Most importantly you
How dare I cherish those sinful moments
You don’t know me
I agree this is not what I need but indeed I wanted
compassion with less words
Now you curse at me
I text back late
I’m painting a Verb
Construction in my mind
I relate to who heard
You don’t even have to listen
What I was missing is her
She don’t exist
Your vision board just pictures and words
Nothing you’ll actually accomplish
Unless something different occur
I see your position been limited
It’s a Lack of ambition with her
I will not leave this plantation without you
Copyright © Keorie Mcmillan | Year Posted 2020
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