bLESSed

Things feel
Correct now
Test is not to fuckitup
Tred me lightly
Boobies are
Traps that snap

Music all ways
Every time
Where rhyme
I aim flying
High sky smiling
Happy in styling

Not every all
Thing here is right
Balance rope/news tight
Act in playing
Suppressing and confessing
The factual, this plight:

That I haven’t seen my Stella.
My little angel,
In almost a month now...

Brings me to tears
So I don’t go
There. don’t know how

God be with me and my as
We are.
Connecting.
Making.
New. Knew.
Memories.

Per diem blessening
blessed I sing
I’m accepting
This as well
as other things.
Therefore becoming more.
Whilst simultaneously lessening.