No matter how long it takes
There’ll always be a place
Some people you truly can never replace
Their love residue
Never considered a waste
The smallest taste
Makes you chase them
Feigning so bad
You start to crave them
So behave and surrender
So I can hold and deliver
This tender love of abundance
Those past lovers deaths
Weren’t tragic for nothing.
Moore Consciousness, Confidence, and Clarity For The Collective. 