every thing is good until the light start blinking indicating it's about to go out alluding to the fact that anything can end in a flicker of an eye in a single blink just think it could be over like that it don't have to end like this if you love someone send them a kiss sometimes I sit and I wish things happened that never will it's an up and down moment of daydreaming then suddenly I'm shocked & shaken back to reality where the struggle is alive & well and not planning on dying anytime soon but still we know we will sometimes I wonder is it pain I feel or is it me trying to kill myself because I don't wanna live in a world torn like this that don't mean I'm suicidal "I'm not" on God and every word in the Bible sometimes I feel like going viral set it on fire like a pyro posting poetry is like going Facebook Live and all eyes on me but I can't see whose watching me or who I'm talking to it seems like an insane thing to do still The World's coming soon to a theatre near you
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: Seize the time and continue to work with the Word. You do what You do because that's you. Peace and Love, mlowe. |
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