I want to hurt you how you hurt me put on the show and end with a curtsy now I want to curse you how you curse me like I wouldn't give a fly if thy died I would of spat on you if you was thirsty I want to call you all the time but you probably stop talking to me I was getting called a bee so much you would have thought he was dog walking me when we outstand extra close to me so everybody know that he milk me good milk me up good you know tearing up my insides but on the inside leaving me very odd I don't cried so much I Got No More Tears to cry I've been so used to this fake love. could do me dirty and I'll be like well it ain't nothing love I sit in weight love I like to move quick feelings up and down like elevators I've been MIA booed up but sometimes I fake love we got this contradicting relationship cause sometimes I hate love how we fight and then we make up I gotta found I got a problem with my Foundation ain't no bee that I can make up fry all right
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Reasons you shouldnβt fall for a healer
don't fall in love with the Healer don't fall for a Healer unless you're familiar with Alchemy and please understand that my alchemical process is daily transmuting the ugly the uncomfortable the reproachable into a beautiful magnificent desirable essence don't fall in love with the Healer especially if the wounds you wear so evidently on your sleeves are not ready to be dressed showered with the oil of my Essence God's omnipresence everywhere but right here as the tears wash away the agony as the chi within my Palms create calms within your aura I'm talking full chakra realignment don't fear my climate instead climb the ladders of your heart down to the depths of your soul I want you to meet me there this gonna say where. don't fall in love with the Healer diving deep into your infinite Waters is what I do hold my hand let me guide you within the Sorrows of your soul till you find gold the story Untold now come fold this laundry as your mind drifts into Abyss kiss your wounds as if they were my lips caress the aches of your heart as you remember all that tried to tear you apart and I can't even lie that is eating you up feasting on your energy like you'll be doing my goodies on a bad day sweat dripping from your brow as you feel this past say comforting you within my divine orchestration see me as your counsel of light as I master these symptoms of Ascension it's a blessing if you listen with your heart and not your ego self's need for control amidst The Madness of its own chaos only to recognize that the Mayhem of your mind had to go off for you to realize how much you were holding in and I know you constipated but baby keep folding this laundry you in for a rude awakening I told you don't fall in love with the Healer I can't help but be a walking mirror big trigger a living breathing portal of multi-dimensional cataclysmic transformation leave a grape out in the sun but you won't get back are raising your spirit is brazing with the scars of past lives regress don't be obsessed with the attachments of this life it is not real but you are that's why I led you back to your call for you to remember more of who you were before you became riddled with your traumas please hold your mama some of us are healing from the wound of having to live without one no one knows the extent of that kind of pain no one knows the outcome ain't to gain but lessons we can turn into blessings if we learn how to but you insist on carrying across you no longer have to be aware it's at Alma across your chest let me dress the wounds from battles you've barely survived how do we make it out alive your soul cries I can't let your spirit die don't fall in love with the Healer until you're ready to put this cross down and stop picking at your scars crawl into your cocoon Springs coming soon offering you an opportunity at new life again but as you rest in your dark Haven remember that you are planted and not buried alive and like a raisin you'll develop new flavor with time a completely new form I'll help you transform your pain into poetry Don't let go of my hand it gets ugly integrating these lessons in order to lessen the heat of karma on your ass sweet and law push and pull what goes around comes around and in full immaculation of its creator chaos ensues before order so watch the horror movie of your life one last time your sequel will be a love story between you and I you the you that has always been residing within the Deep pits of your core do you remember who you are there can be no lights without the dark you just drowned your spark with silent tears but my ears rang as they fell and like Bells they sounded an alarm to my innate nature the divine feminine Alchemist high-powered Crystal fuming rays of Glory rewrite your story telling a new tale of peace and Harmony not just between you and me but who the you ought to be see don't fall in love with the Healer if you're not ready for this level of intensity you see many thought they could handle it but instead ran off to someone easier to manage leaving damage to my heart and Spark so please keep your distance if you got Thorns you wish to keep it's taking generations for me to get to this point of loving me being able to confront my biggest enemy the enemy so if you come come ready cause baby I'll drag you to the altar like Nana did on Christmas Sunday for y'all salvation is at hand but real superheroes teach you how to save yourself so if you come don't come looking for coddled affection I can only provide you with emotional Direction on how to weather the storms within you so if you come come ready come willing come prepared to embrace your cocoon y'all smell that I told you Spring's coming soon let those butterflies like these Sparks do as your kundalini's rise revealing that Divine serpent energy Spirit selected incestor protected Source connected healing directed repositioning us to a higher plane a Heavenly domain with these angels ushering you through these gates of hell that did not Prevail but only time will tell what you're truly ready for but until then don't fall in love with the Healer.
By Xiovi Snow2 years ago in Poets
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This was so poignant and emotional. I loved it!