Once I was a distant star for u,
thy distance that marginalized us
Tym passed, thy days got sweeter
Thou thy old bitter days......
It's a painful cheer!
Now 'm thy owner of my values, ethics, n decency,
I sense it, *not senseless*
Thy way I conduct, helps me to live thy way I want
Yet thy pain scribbles a note on my dusty lyf
I said -*now, lemme rule my lyf, being a self-ruler for thy pen*
that defines my lyf
Your heart is like a revolving door! Maybe it's time to put up a sign: "No entry without a permanent pass!"
But who knows, the next visitor might decide to stay. Keep those doors open,