Tribulation is born
from identities torn
from directions sworn
never taken or worn.
For what I do I own
my words do not show,
where my heart below,
set unto what grows.
Conflicted yes true.
What I am for you.
All I’ve been through,
judge me please do.
Because words confuse,
what’s true and the news;
let’s do what friends do,
let us laugh at the dew.
That collects on trees
that bring us to knees.
Please listen to me
you’re all I ever see.
Because no story tells
how hard I did fail.
Escape did I the hell
by light you compel.
That nurtures my place
where I elevate my pace
where footsteps you trace
leads you to my face.
See the scars complete.
Where walked my feet?
Upon this lonely beach
I wear chameleon pleats.
Beautiful!
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I appreciate that!!
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😊
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How did she believe it?
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I’m sorry dude, but what is the question? How did she believe what now?
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Just saying
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Love is Love & You have It.
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Exactly. Love is what it’s all about. And we need as much of it as possible now-a-days especially.
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Love is all around,,,,
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I’m always sincere in what I write. It comes from the heart and truth is all I display on paper and in my words. It was well received what I wrote and the person I’m referencing knew and still knows how I feel.
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True,,. I mean no disrepect,,,Whatt do you expect?
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