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Poetically loving me

ABCs of My Queen poem

Just her…unfiltered pain, smile wiping the image away. Higher like the priest made…standing holier than the demon slayed. Powerful in the belief of me. A balance as perfect as earth’s tilt from disaster, in a blink. It’s her, the one they’d misunderstand and play. Unbeknownst to them, nothingness wills their ways…no energy for it. A cycle like and infinity 8, a thousand times more resiliency than their agendas could pay. Just her making her peace, with all the flaws and lessons she reaps…convicting aura of unconditional rays, vibrating light-years into the paradigm of self governed space….she is everything she said she would be….Hearttress…the heart collecting mence, gaslighting greatness, intellect, and beauty in her name…
By Hafina Jones aka Hearttress
May 7th, 2022
“ABCs of My Queen” Coming Soon

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Poetically loving me

Growth

Decaying love
Eating itself for growth
Like a rose out concrete
Always coming back from the impossible
Not looking for validation or affection
Just strength and the courage to love again
Living solid.
Loving me first before I every leverage my heart again
Auctioning my pain as art
Flipping my negatives to positive
Looking straight past my non sense
And embracing the silver lining
Caring with intent
Observant with purpose
Perplexing how the paradigm of the mind can be your own demise
Your decision
I chose forward
I chose me, myself,  and my seeds
The ability to grow while empty. 
I chose optimism and my own ignorance for bliss.
I chose self love as my happiness.

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Random….thought

Every man that I ever loved thought they were rich but it’s just me… you don’t to have nothing…enlightening…..!!!

Fading horizon…silver – aligning!!!

-Hearttress

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Poetically loving me

Truth is…

I could never leave 

But I will let you live

 A whole lifetime without me

Lost at your own discretion

Never to mention

The energy, I’m gifted

Never alone sweetheart

This is my preference.

I am sitting on genius

I don’t have time to listen

Ignorance is a bliss

So I choose my intelligence