The Momma Clan

How can I grow from this?

Why has the Passion come to resist?

For words could have painted a portrait so beautiful…

Now the pen lingers in an invisible air…

Has the Passion found its way to another?

Has the ink dried as the tears that has been cried?

Have I lost the love I once had to an illicit affair?

Is that why those words no longer drawn near?

The heart once frozen shows cracks or warmth

Time has shown…

Divides have grown…

Seeds that were once sown…

Now reap a pain of agony down to the bone…

Passion and pleasure are ever so sublime…

Oh, how has tis illicit affair torn me apart…

How was I to know that the Bait and Switch was your art?

Have my eyes drawn closed from the start?

Or has the Passion just needs ink from my heart?

A tattoo that may not last forever …

For the scar shall remain even if the ink is removed even by a laser…

When will I learn not all well ends well?

When will I learn it is in my soul that the picture painted it dwells …

For this work is not to be stolen or no one can use it to sell…

But for the illicit affair, the ink has with the paper rings every bell…

I fall…

I rise…

No matter whomever may dispise….

I shall live for me…

For my heart is true…

May you always remember to live for yourself…

I am not an expert in the arts…

I am still finding ground to start…

I know the Passion of the illicit affair…

Shall always find the words to draw them here…

My passion revealed…

My lips are to remain sealed…

I can no longer have endings told…

As I know from now … Our body may die but never our soul…

-Tha Ono