Ritinha

I can’t get you outta my head, no lie,
You move on, I move in disguise.
Whole crowd singin’, but it’s your eyes,
Still hear your name in every line.
Outta my head, but not my phone,
Scrollin’ your page like I ain’t grown.
If I ever heal, don’t tell my tone —
I sound fine, but I’m not alone.

Told myself I’d delete your tag,
Every time I try, I lag.
New DMs, but the thrill don’t last,
Every text read like a ghost from the past.
Late night drive, seat cold, seatbelt tight,
Talk to myself at the red-light vibe.
You the one thing I can’t unlearn,
Every memory hit, still burns.

You said “let go,” but you know me,
I hold on slow, quietly.

I can’t get you outta my head, no lie,
You move on, I move in disguise.
Whole crowd singin’, but it’s your eyes,
Still hear your name in every line.
Outta my head, but not my phone,
Scrollin’ your page like I ain’t grown.
If I ever heal, don’t tell my tone —
I sound fine, but I’m not alone.

Used to call you just to hear you breathe,
Now I talk to beats in the passenger seat.
I’ve been learnin’ peace in pieces,
New love knocks, but I leave it speechless.
Friends say, “bro, she old news,”
But I built my art from broken views.
Every pain got melody proof,
That’s why my hits sound honest, true.

If I let go, does it fade too soon?
Or does love just haunt in tune?

I can’t get you outta my head, no lie,
You move on, I move in disguise.
Whole crowd singin’, but it’s your eyes,
Still hear your name in every line.
Outta my head, but not my phone,
Scrollin’ your page like I ain’t grown.
If I ever heal, don’t tell my tone —
I sound fine, but I’m not alone.

Yeah… I’m not alone.

outta my head

 A closing thank-you to every self that carried you here: bruised, hopeful, and still standing in the light.

Letters To My Teenage Self

A Letter To My Teenage Self

A Letter to My Teenage Self

Psalm 91. 1611 KJV

He that dwelleth in 
the secret place of 
the most High
 - shall abide
 under the shadow 
of the Almighty.
 Of the LORD, 
He is my refuge and 
my fortress:
 my God;
 him will I trust.


Surely he shall 
deliver thee from
Plague, pest, and illness  
and the snare of the fowler, 
  
He'll hide you in 
his feathers under 
his wings you shalt  trust: 
Him his truth
you  shall trustl
Him to be your shield 
and Your buckler.

Be  not afraid for
the terror 
by night;
nor for  arrows 
in daylight - they  flieth;
Nor for  plague  in the darkness;
or  destruction that 
wasteth at noonday.

A thousand shall fall 
at left side, and ten 
thousand at right side
 but nothing (nothing) 
shall  come nigh thee.

with Only 
thine eyes shalt thou 
witness and see,
observe 
the reward of the wicked.

Because you have made
 the LORD, which 
is my refuge, 
even the most 
High, thy habitation;

There shall no evil 
befall thee,
 neither shall any plague 
come nigh thy dwelling.

For he shall give his angels
 charge over thee,
 to keep thee in all thy ways.

They shall bear thee
 up in their hands, 
lest thou dash thy foot 
against a stone.

Thou shall tread upon the lion
 and adder
on  the young lion and the dragon 
will thou trample underfeet

Because he hath set his love upon me,
 therefore will I deliver him:
 I will set him on high,
 because he has  received my name.

He shall call upon me,
 and I will answer him: 
I will be with him in trouble;
 I will deliver him, 
and honour him.

With a long life
 will I satisfy 
him, and shew him
 my salvation.

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