Its cold. Its dark. Devoid of all meaning and feeling.
No hope. Too doped up on sadness to even cope in this mope!
They talk to me 'bout Jesus. How he been there for them and made them believas.
But I've been taught to stay away. Stranger danger.
My truth is extraterrestrial, uncommon and ethereal.
For that, I will be criticized and highly despised.
So what is the recipe to my heart?
Only I know.
Its not love, but acceptance.
For what is love but a chemical reaction? A mere ploy. A huge distraction.
If you accept me, then that's all that matters. I can be free and do everything without flatters.
The recipe to my heart. Its so simple. As docile as a puppy and cute as a dimple!
Please be the recipe to my heart and accept me just as I am.
Some of our biggest struggles revolve around acceptance. The acceptance of others, and most of all. The acceptance of ourselves.
Your message rings clearly.
Also on another note if I may borrow some lyrics from Shinedown:
I like crossing the line
And slowly losing my mind
Are you ok
'Cuz I feel fine
Maybe it's me
I'm just crazy
Maybe I like that I'm not alright
All messed up
And slightly twisted
Am I sick or am I gifted..
From my experience being a little crazy is more fun anyway. :icon_chick:
Quote from: Tech_Nymph on January 28, 2016, 07:41:45 AM
From my experience being a little crazy is more fun anyway. :icon_chick:
Meh...can't argue with that one. ;D