Salty Love

The salt effort never quite did enough for me
I turn every where to shine to be seen, not to love
Every humans fall back to parade around to be noticed to gain appeal
The weeks preface themselves with a sermon
I recognize it in myself
I see it in you
Am I the only one who realizes no one really breaks free
Honestly what is it to you if I fly?
Or if the life I choose to lead lets me die
From the way I breathe in to the way I breathe out,
This is just how I am
Blind to whom I really am
Blind to whom I am becoming
I hate to say it, but I think the good one made some mistakes while creating my bones.
They are magnets to all the right terms that make me dissect myself,
I am thinking right about now, to be worldly and not convict myself would be better.
Not to have to understand the actions and thoughts that go though yours and my bones.
We are so mislead and misguided.
We grow up believing that love is beauty, and beauty is what I say you are.
Unless you can give me anything better
Words of a king
Give me that satisfaction, just give me my price
It’s never enough to be on my knees
Never enough that my heart needs to feel more than the taste of salt.