Heart Song The Hearts Truth

Fuck It! Your tired of feeling a certain type of way? Well we are tired of you lording over us. You aren't the Queen. This is what we think about. You wont meet us where we are we won't fight you. We have nothing in common and maybe that is for the best. In a few weeks your going to see how we really feel. Who cares if you love us. You still aren't giving enough. You want a love story well we know your going to get it no matter how we interfer. Somehow you keep over coming no matter the obstacle. You are so creative. We chose to ignore those gifts and make you feel shame for enjoying what you loved because we didnt love anything but materlisim. We didnt want you to overcome. You have no idea who any of us really are except we are your oops. We can't go back and fix whats been so severly damaged and i dont think its possible to start brand new. WE would love to wipe the slate clean now that we see you arent so bad after all. You are so unique we should have celeb

 When I picture… when I picture  the future I’m not working towards a better tomorrow I’m enjoying a quiet moment with you. Softly discussing our days and laughing at I wish you was there moments.  When I picture the future I see joy in work for us both because there is joy at home. I see support of dreams and encouragement to explore aspiration.  When I picture the future I see hugs after arguments because at the end of the day it  isn’t me against you but we against it all.    When I picture the future I see hope realized those times that past me had no words to describe of love and support and legacy.  I don’t imagine we won’t be discussing how we can make a impact, but that won’t be the only reason why we call ourselves a match.  Helping others is our calling, but enjoying love with no pressure  in all areas of life is what we really want to do so when I imagine the future it’s always in the living room on a couch at the end of the day wrapped up in the arms of my Bebe.

Gasp with me as I surpass the boundary set by those in fear I'd succeed. Letting go of those who refused to let me see how much I blossomed that now flutter around like moths starving for light around me.  Giving in to the love coming with only the desire to adore me and show me real love.  Prompted to listen to the air to find answers since tongues speak only the language serpents speak Angel Number:222 Lucky Number : 2,3