Retired poet

My notes app is just a collection of words , I don’t have the guts to ever say and a memory list of all the times , I have to remember to do human things .

My notes app , holds all my punches that I never throw .

My notes apps reek of honesty , I an no immortal here …

I cannot pretend to be goddess and heaven ..

I shed god here , you will find no religion here

I am not Enity to be worship

But I can assure you ,

I am an offspring of Eve

I reek of imperfection

It’s the closest I will get to being myself and finding common ground in hiding in between pages …

Of too much truth and honoring lies .. just be a pretender of vulnerability

If my notes app … were read on judgement day , I be beggar of mercy and scripture ..