In your own way

By Her

You’ve got this wayyy about

You.

This wavvveeee about you.

I pray for and about you.

In truth you are more than explained in notepads and hashtags.

You are multi,

Dimensioned.

Multi unfinished and imperfect,

But the kind that can be worth it, the broken need love too.

And you’ve got this wayyyy about,

You.

This wavvveee about you.

I pray for and about you.

In pain

You’re riddled.

Insane I write riddles but too complex

to solve.

to understand.

You’re mishandled.

Dismantled.

Unassumingly manhandled

It shines through the cracks in your bright smile.

Buried beneath each tooth

Buried is truth.

Buried is you.

In too much too handle.

Too much has been dismantled.

Situations manhandled,

You’re mishandled.

But, you’ve got this wayyy about

You.

This wavvveeee about you.

I have to pray for and about you.

Or else what is buried may never be uncovered.

Or else your an equation left unsolved.

Material that’s unraveling,

Timeless pain traveling,

Uphill battling,

Spirit chattering,

Wavelength scattering.

But this wavvvveeee about you.

Filled with praise about you

Cause you’ve got this way about

You

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