Seven Year Anniversary

I thought for a long time to try and do something right (in your eyes) I've taken the blows and the comparatives of every beauty you know You love me, you loathe me, I'm evil and detestable You take me to my depth, then, deny I've ever been (there in the shadows of destruction) (where one must sometimes fight to see the light) I've been under bondage, n'er a day passes that I do not try Yet you splattered the truth and it helped me for all the time living and giving, never drawing a breath for today; reflections of the past Today my God Given name is special For maybe I am not what I seem Beneath this shell, redemptions plea Seven years and months I've thought of how I could say what it is that I need to say Once the weight of humanity sat upon me, every part of me cared and in my depth, darkness and despair shadowed me, moving about It doesn't matter the cost, the dead are not living, but it's the lost Lost was I, so cold to the Lord and I told you so You were nice to me and cared I loved you Far be it to me now to brush back the tears streaming at all cost, freedom is what I want free to believe that I can be redeemed Somewhere in days ago was the writer that was the big joke the one whose feelings meant the least This monster something evil Your woe A Wo-Man Trust me not, for I do not love you anymore Lest I shall die a horrible death Seven years and months to say what I needed to say You gave me brushed pink and yellow pastels of love and brushing another tear back, where the darkness's of all your lusts and loathing resides Do not trust me, for I do not, could not love you any longer Stars at night tell me I am right they synchronize their twinkling with fallen hopes gone by still it is beautiful a light none the less Where struggling through our nightmares we found dreams, awakening this dawn Do not trust me, I am deceit, I am your fear, I am the worst for you truthfully I am your woe, man Your woe Now go For John Rhinem aka Johnny link<>, John Rhine M John Rhinemiller Rachel st cross, tristen temple poetrysoup.com Jeremy Street Christopher Marcum whoopi goldburg