I'm on this road called "Life" Wondering about the things I've seen Because on this road called "Life" I've encountered the obscene, downright mean, and many pitiful scenes My question to the people is Where do we get off? My question is Why do we act phony, like cheap knockoffs, and why is it right… Continue reading My Rant
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My Gift To Myself
I decided to give myself something, so I gave myself respect. The power to love thyself wholeheartedly the power to accept Because I thought that life was great for everyone except Me. I realized I was out of this world when I gave myself some space From those things that hurt causing me to fade,… Continue reading My Gift To Myself
Falling
I hate that our summers have turned to fall and... maybe winter I just can't help that I've fallen I try so hard to get back up but I keep falling If I'm distant it's only as a precaution not to fall in... Love
The Language of Me
You were fluent Not in the spoken word Or written text You were fluent In the language your eyes spoke And my heart understood You were fluent We spoke volumes without a single word You were fluent in the language of me
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