~Couldn’t Hold A Candle to Me~Not even a Match to Light It~

Shit is its own vocabulary sir 

Southern vernacular 

Colloquial expression

Layden with

Insipid ideas

Treacherous deciet 

Yet evermore

Longing for yet without

From great distance and in our heart something tells me we never part

I’m in you 

As you are in me

Like the creole roots embedded in me I am as Southern as Southern can be

We try to part but you refuse to see

That no one could love you better than me

You tasted the sweet the bitter the brine deep inside you know you are mine 

It takes your attention from me

This new idea

Person……

Fall pretense 

Unoriginal bland

If you only could see 

What you had in your hand

Blinded by your own lust and deceit 

I’ll stand tall and unique

Out of my mouth doth angels speak 

So you will see

They could never hold a candle to me, not even the match to light it with~

Can’t you see?

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