Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s coming.
It’s on it’s way; on the return.
That openness you shared with me;
Has been searing a brand,
On every thought I have of you.
So my heart recoils,
To the truth; so ruthless.
As such,
These things have left my stomach churning,
And in full circle;
With a hunger, fury, and burning;
Are coming ‘round fast,
Pushing front and center;
These things we thought as past.
Your karma is truth laden; heavy,
And I am on the verge,
Of a like honesty.
Unveiling,
For you;
The ’All’ of me.
... Just promise me one thing.
That no matter what you see; you’ll stay,
And never dare to leave me.