Woman In Black
You asked
about the world,
I see it...
all these years,
you don't know me
I hold my tongue,
afraid
if answered
safe but not sound...
My eyes, the world is
for good and evil.
Without day,
there is no night.
Without hate,
there is no love.
Without a woman,
there is no man.
it goes on and on
while the world turns.
The world,
makes me sad.
not proud to be an American
the Anti-Christ for a president.
Damaged and lost.
not a big lover of mankind.
prefer to be alone,
but connection
is important
to feel alive,
love is most.
I am a loner
People scare me.
chaos,
phoniness, bitterness,
immorality, murder,
hate, and unoriginality.
savages running around
wherever I turn.
true love?
so caught up
...it disgusts me.
I can't breathe.
I can't hide.
So much noise.
So much sorrow
Broken children, broken families.
Broken hearts, broken spirits.
Violins play
all day long....
weeping for the world.......
I wear black...
how I feel.
Of course,
Love
sees it all differently,
God
and many beautiful people out there
few and far between,
when I have the pleasure
it's powerful
Especially
having that circle of
valuing my womanhood.
I do in love.
I do in true
good,
the point of living
has touched me
no words
have been close
He's close to me,
calling me,
wanting me
like once before.
He is real.
When I was close to Him,
He painted a picture
to uplift me.
the moon.
in awe .
the beach
on a full moon night,
swimming
in the black water with you.
sunsets.
animals.
And babies.
Nothing like the sight
of a baby's smile,
and the light
Fresh, pure,
and full of hope
for the world.
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