Two souls were split in half,
And yes we will not die on the same day,
But could.
Something happened,
And souls were split in half.
One soul put in a meat sack,
With Male organs.
Another sent down later with female organs,
And then the two headed monster said reproduce.
There is no way for the souls to be together,
Until death.
If you find the other half,
You can be one.
Forgiveness is the key to being one
How do I teach this lover?
Who cannot be my friend.
You just lost something you loved,
And you made the decision to do it.
You lost a piece of land,
Your soul is me,
And I know you show your love,
In the Mirror.
This lesson is hard to teach,
I cannot do it alone.
When I was being Tortured,
Finding out about the spirit inside,
I met pure love.
And it was the two headed monster.
What I was told,
Yes I was a walking dead,
Up until three years ago.
And yes I saw christians,
And had christians act like slavers.
I want to tell you,
When I got in the alive portion of my life,
Now the ALIVE want to be friends.
That isn’t a great thing,
Because I am supposed to forget,
What they did to a dead person.
RiRi is right,
You do need to get along with all in the head.
How do you get along,
With those that acted
Pere is a gift,
And will meet him soon,
He cancelled a vacation,
And told me years ago,
He was going to get even.
He did this with telepathy.
Like me,
He has a piece of Jesus in him,
And his past is over,
Like mine.
Well Pere is a dad,
OMG!
He truly is.
And being a family man,
I do not mind him mad about his vacation.
I bet he already got even,
Because Pere is one with god,
Like
Hips cannot be ignored,
And she is a friend.
She is telling me I cannot get away from the lover,
When we become one.
She is amused,
By a girl on girl dream,
Which means my love,
Was visualizing,
That while ***CENSORED*** his friend,
To get his sexual job done.
Hips has said,
And yes is this a night mare or dream,
Hips has said,
Sex doesn’t keep a relationship,
And men visualize.
My dream last
He's mad at me,
And I know it.
Plus I am hurting,
My lover knows.
This is a conflicted,
Intense knowledge.
I know he told me the truth,
I told him too,
That for me I was in a slave relationship,
With people who wanted that.
Yes this is past,
And my lover knows.
He still is the most attractive,
And I am having problems knowing that.
I am a woman,
He is a man,
And he is acting like a husband,
After all.
This marriage is not normal.
A pope did our vows.
There was no pastor,
No
Tired of my lover touching her,
And me feeling her.
I am FEMALE.
There is something here,
She kisses him,
I have to bite my lip.
I feel her legs against his back,
Him bouncing a little on the hips.
I end up wiggling my hips.
Yes feeling a bit crazy.
He hate me reminding him,
Of whom he might be screwing over,
With his decisions of doing stuff like this.
He doesn’t like,
That I am a girl,
And
This former walking dead,
Is celebrating today.
Because I have a demon spirit,
Inside of me.
I am a demoness today!!!
That spirit,
Is alive,
And he isn’t evil.
He’s about love.
You have to have a piece of the two headed monster inside,
To be alive.
So walking dead today,
Read this and beware,
This living person,
Is playing tricks on the lover,
Because his dick will give her treats.
Hi
Not happening,
And yes there are holidays,
For magic people to love.
And yes I am one of those people now.
I love writing that I was a former walking dead,
A zombie.
It took me forever to become alive.
And I know my reason why.
Turns out my lover didn’t know,
He thought I might have ignored him.
And you never know.
The Great Producer,
Helped my lover out,
And his friendship to me,
Was treasured befo
How do you explain the magic,
Or the confidence.
The Joker is magical,
And he leads in his show TSSJF.
My lover had a touch,
That made me stay,
Before that,
It was not looks that made me long.
It is in his hands,
And the Joker in his magic way,
Because my name was in a song,
Before reproduction rumors,
Wants to state,
The lover might still love.
Me.
The coach needs to be aware,
And thr
Puke is laughing,
His ass off,
Because a woman got caught,
He knows he wants this ***CENSORED*** to go to sleep.
And just enjoy his laughing about a woman in a cage,
Of course there is Angel,
In that cage once in a while,
So Puke goes to visit her there,
And I know Puke has a HUGE crush on the Angel.
Oh but a Night Train is coming,
Once he finds me,
He will ghost at first to test the waters,
To see if we will not
The walking dead do not have living hearts,
And in these Lover Poems.
I’ve tried to explain my part,
And yes I am a monster,
At least half of one.
And yes we all are supposed to be in the end,
One with the two headed monster.
Which makes sense sorta.
My other half,
Has to answer to the two headed monster,
And so do I.
Prayer wishes are answered,
And Prayer curses.
The funny part,
Is even this former
Dear coach,
Sometimes before coaching,
And coach needs to know the teams,
The strengths and weakness.
Law is the teams weakness.
Law has birth certificates,
Where parents declare the name chosen.
Before that,
Like puppies,
There really is no word for who that soul is.
And two half souls make one whole soul.
So technically a one,
A one soul has two legal names.
Hard to explain,
That a soul could be n
Everybody can make prayer wishes,
Once they have a piece of a scary loving ghost inside of them,
When that happens magic starts.
And fear grips the living,
Because the Dead will try to stop a living being.
Yes the dead breath but nothing is in their hearts,
And they still love the living who are different.
Nobody sees Kravitz coming,
He is a true leader,
Why they do not see him,
Is because the dead still judges color.
I
Taking a spirit inside of me,
Made me find someone that I could love,
Problem is my lover is from my past.
How did the two headed monster,
Create this soul,
Where my lovers feelings are betraying him?
Hips is also alive,
Like my lover and myself,
Her magic is fantastic,
And she is a huge help.
I understand alive people are scared,
Of the walking dead.
We understand the walking dead,
Do not have a spirit in
Give me magic,
And being alive,
Over being dead.
Let me talk to strangers,
That I have yet to meet.
Thank god for the gifts of spirit.
And I do not want to retreat.
There are sexy walking dead,
And they need help to speak to me.
The magic that has happened,
Do not take away from me.
My lover is a bad man,
Oh so bad to me.
I want him to leave me alone,
Like he wants me.
He pisses me off,
He told me I was his,
I told him I’d be his mistress.
We could not be friends,
Because to meet him I had to make choices like no other.
He was so young,
So alive,
So glowing.
And I said,
When I was told of his choice of a lie,
Well now I know it was a lie,
When I was told of his suicide,
I said without thinking he is my one!
We both knew who we were,
Even though I was dead,
Well maybe I truly was a
My own parents were sorta half alive,
Until one day my mom told me of phantom baby kicks.
My mother was alive.
She was from a soul mate pair,
Arranged marriage by the two headed monster.
My dad was from the same,
But he was half alive.
My mom alive,
Because of her mother,
My dad dead.
I had gifts I could not explain,
Even though I was dead.
My parents were the same,
Both of royal lines,
Both from h
Oh coach,
How I need you,
Like I need the two headed monster,
A piece in my heart.
My lover and I,
Have committed all of the deadly sins.
He has been Jealous or Envy,
To the point where a ring found its way to me and onto my hand.
I’ve been jealous,
Because of finding out who he became.
We are both greedy,
Him for women and money,
And I for him.
Sloth has happened,
Both have been slow to do anything
Hard to explain this,
Because I was dead in spirit.
True I know that,
Others do too.
Understanding,
A month after life came into me,
I saw my lover giving up on love.
How that hurt me,
See him so pissed.
Yes his own emotions,
Were driving him to write ***CENSORED*** Love backwards.
He was giving up.
Settling for something,
I don’t know if the settling was because he thought I was lost.
There is not
I need a Mother Fierce,
I need her wisdom,
Her strength and her beautiful innocent heart.
I pray for help from the Surfer Girl,
Who knows my lover.
I need my cousin,
By Imagination Pink.
She knows how to sing about imperfectly perfect people.
Someone who might understand,
The crazy I am feeling now.
My lover has friends,
That might understand,
Or super fans like Swift,
That might have heard the name in the
How do you explain,
That Mother church,
The Catholic church does not point out,
You need to take a piece of the two headed monster in your heart.
Then there is an arranged marriage,
Where two halves of a soul become known,
Because the fruit that was poison,
Was forgiven.
How do you explain the legal evidence,
Is sometimes not the half of a whole.
This is hard to explain,
And hurtful in the cage.
Knowing that what
Puke is a lock pick,
Just like my lover with other women.
Well,
Puke picks the lock to check on a fellow trailer trash.
Me.
He doesn’t do this often.
He had a hard time years ago.
Because his own best friend,
Lost his life.
He wrote Beautiful.
As if that was the end.
Then this internet woman,
This ***CENSORED*** wrote about him.
This I am certain,
Puke is in my life for life.
And in this cage
I need Luke Skywalker’s help,
Or Jor-EL.
I know maybe Dude could help,
And I know that is something I need.
Older men might know how to tell my lover,
What to do with me in his cage.
Rumor could help,
But he’s always busy.
My lover might not know what to do with me.
Maybe a younger man,
Like The Fat Boy,
Would advise my lover,
On how to release me from the cage.
I know Puke might help,
He is like m
Sleeping in my bed,
I think of other men,
And what my lover would feel.
He would feel a man kiss me on the cheek,
That woke me up the other day.
Being in his cage,
The idea of bringing another man in is happening,
He has his other woman,
That is open and free to be with him.
I do love my lovers attention he does give to me.
Then he has his first love,
His Angel,
That shares the same melody as me.
She might
