No magical spell, fairy tell allusion.
No, imaginary conclusion,
No delusion hindering the sold fact.
Prolonged, obsessive eluding to the truth.
No recanted statements denouncing the proof.
Your honor if I was a judge, I’d throw away the key, deny bail and the right to plea.
A simple little fact.
Matter of fact.
Speculation has reached it’s max.
I love you.
And that’s strictly facts.
Published by Yaselynn @HoneyKnight.99
I’m journaling through space and time. As a natural born foodie, seeking to establish my own mental health and wellness retreat centers. Evaporating my fears, fighting adamantly for self-love. As a connection activist, I diligently express modern relationships painted vivaciously through the lenses of Poetry, Psychology and some legal finesse. Enthusiastically imparting empathetic, empathetic love, counseling all broken yet kind hearts. As a philosophical, music, literature analyst, teaching traditional dance and integrated health as a mental health and wellness physician. My love for God outweighs our silly interpretations of religion, reminding others and self-reflecting on good religion,relationships and love. Contrary to popular belief we can be happy on earth and in heaven.
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