Lack of self

Often times our hearts fall into the wrong hands,

Our morals twist and bend,

operated and orchestrate the righteous of plans for the wrong entity, wrong amends.

Sometimes what we are searching for is underneath all the build up insecurities and inhibitions

Sometimes what we are scavenging for is within

Seldomly do we put our own hearts in our own hands

Most of the time we are the ones neglecting ourselves from a meritorious love,

Self love ❤️