Because the voices in my head needed a platform.
…seeing as Dylan had escaped her mind as soon as Shade’s full breasts caught her attention. How was anyone supposed to maintain their cool and composure in the presence of Shade anyway? She nervously wondered as she observed her from the corner of her eye, towering above her like an Amazon warrior. How was anyone really supposed to measure up to her?
You just might become it
You
Everything natural either dies,
Or survives the motions.
Between the pulsations of her heart, Mumbi perceived in a clear wave, ‘Open your eyes Emm, can’t you see? A man is defined by how he takes care of himself, how he carries himself. If he doesn’t love and respect himself , how can he ever respect you?’
And looking back to all the emptiness
I cognize I wanted you more.
But not anymore.
See, I refuse to lead a bitter life,
Frozen in the ugliness of a burning home,
Haunted by the sight of a broken home,
Trapped in the wreckage of two broken hearts.
Broken as we are we’ll last through this
Because darling we ride or die
And we will wear our scars
Someday turn them into stars
When it gets too dark they’ll light our path
Inside the Muse's Purse 