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.

By Orisha Sevyn

Divine Spirit | Mother | BS | MBA HR + PA | Spiritual Leader | Greetings! I am here to speak my truth & resonate w/ those who need a little Moore guidance. 🦋✨

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