choose your words wisely
truly, speak to me carefully
because my sword doesn't take lightly to you disrespecting me
observing me, i observed you, stuck in a box cant even sing the blues
i hope you pause and look for a clue
because this anger only poisons you
i analyzed the truth
the best at being me
go on now be the best at being you
oftentimes my giggles give a picture of a girl you can rule
i ride horses in the light of the moon
eyes closed ruling the school
boys to men realizing on time
they cant do anything else but drool
i might hit your line
triggered because now they cant make me a fool
hear your story
it's not a crime
observing you like how you observed me
triggered by the words you see
salt to the wounds that cleanses an open heart
here are the stings congratulations for the scars
love can still be found
the secret is unfolding
invisible blood on my skin and clothing
praying for Zion the city of holy
i'm confessing i love writing poly
a line of the lee gets them intrigued
people ive never seen
all praises to he who died on a cross
and prayed for you not to get tossed
Matthew 6:10
cant wait to meet you friend
not to scare you but make amends
someday there will be an end
you need faith something you can't pretend
praise, learn, and sing til the very end.
-La'Lee Zion
short love poem inspired by a song i heard today....
florida boy, where art thou
i missed you last night
i guess you stayed with the crowd
give you a chance? i just might
i'll accept the crown
be the misses it's only right
but for now til mr florida is found
i'll wear my tiara, call me
modern lady Capulet in the town.