She lied about everything,

How she wanted to give me the stars, but only 

Gave me the blues..

She lied about me being her only one,

Her stars and moons.

Love has a way like spring to autumn

To make all the pain go away.

She lied about me being her everything,

How she wanted to give me the stars, but only

Gave me the blues..

Autumn trees are so beautiful, but not meant 

To shine like spring, love has a way that makes

You forget who and what you are.. 

True love has boundaries, has compromise,

Has hope and most of all has god!

She lied about, about, everything…


James Mercer Langston Hughes was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist from Joplin, Missouri. One of the earliest innovators of the literary art form called jazz poetry, Hughes is best known as a leader of the Harlem Renaissance. Wikipedia

Our mere existence is what we search for all our lives, 

Adopting traits that push us further away from our true

Destiny, which is not money ,and or our bodies or even our items…

Our destiny is right in front of us… to love and be loved is ultimately 

Why are we here, to pass on light, and hope… perseverance”.