Some gibberish i'd written after i went to the local watering hole and bumped into this figment of my feminine images
i felt guilty and giving then so i don't know what it's meant to be when emptied of chemicals
i guess it's a symphony in between our juxtaposition

This song is not a proposition
It's a preposition to process this transition
I'd give you a triple glance sinless but can't and it's ended

and i choose to remember you as a goddess
with all flaws acknowledged
Falling short for others but always consistently inwardly honest
Moon Mother positive, not in terror of buried up problems
As you progress in prosperity to marry the cosmos
Knowing those who wander wondering where they are not lost souls
You're on the road less chosen, going to the land that was promised
to stand in equality at the hand of the father
Mother of all IT
All IS, the plan of the prophecy
I pray your every dream is seen the way that you want it to be
You, Goddess
You bumble bee buzzing pollen
to populate this plane plain with a love that could wash clean even the ugliest darkness
You bubble with a troubled stomach from giggling harder than you ever thought possible
you, all that you are
and all that you wannabe

This song is not a proposition
It's a preposition to process this transition
I'd give you a triple glance sinless but can't and it's ended

So be pleased you are the avatar at the altar of the immaculate goddess
to receive this impromptu, long past due unpolished gift
it's unfinished but don't judge it,
just a couple of sentences
to mention how much you once meant to me
For one instance
We were something
Even if i was nothing