Unwritten Fate
Tell me something? Speak to me without providing the hurt behind the words you tell. You remind me that I need to be happy and to love myself but, how can you speak these words to me if you haven’t fulfilled them yourself? You speak to me with warning not sincerity. Allow me to make the mistakes of falling into a fantasy. Speak to me, understand me , applaud me because I have taken your warning but listen to me as I say, I will go out of my way to make these so called mistakes. You paint these warning signs to make me afraid so what happens when I ignore what’s written in the paint? Tell me something? Will you lend me the brush and allow me to paint my own fate?
