In what is perceived as crisis, a true self is revealed.
Jeweled sun, it shines for you,
as my love, for only you,
softly warming up
the blue skies forever.
Tears of joy as morning dew,
and the birds, they sing for you.
Each day, it starts
my love letter.
Crack open the cover and see the verses bleed.
What someone lived isn’t something one can read.
I repeat. Hear me, I repeat the same, old truth to the same, tired beat.
My personalities split, like Missy and Master, between tears and anger…