Isaiah 40:31
A great man is always willing to be little. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
I like writing.. Art form taken in Words.
I've been broken.. you've been torn out..
I've been waiting fighting this storm out
I'm good for nothing if I'm nothing good
poverty stricken soul aestheticly unaware like projects in the hood
Try not to abolish me from your ways, sit and ponder while you radiate
Fix on me fixing to fixate on you
Haunt me while thoughts dialate
Waiting time just to relate
mystery surrounding you
anomaly in my haste
a brush fire in the heart land my soul
slash and burn everything I once knew so I now know.. new
brand new like sunrise, waking eyes, bright lights, shine. Glisten
I listen. soft hearts rock hard. Roll out for you.
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