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May your heart always be as beautiful as a golden sunrise.
May your love always flow like like a cool refreshing river.
May your life be filled with many adventures right here too.
May your Beautiful soul, always cling to the Good Lord too.
May your friends and family always bless you every single day.
May nothing ever separate you from our Loving Savior God.
May one day we all meet right here and celebrate with lunch.
May we all meet in the next life as well and always celebrate.
A clear sky
No grey sight
With fist full of desires
green dreamy eyes
I fly away
I was thinking it is over;
Jesus made a way for me.
God took it over for me.
I was thinking it is over;
In him, every challenge is a walkover.
I am ready to give this one to him.
I am ready to give my life to him.
I am ready to live for him until it is over.

God Almighty never fails;
He always conquers.
My life success is not personal.
I trust him, he never fails.
I know him, he always conquers.
This is God's success, it’s not personal.

Written by: The Senior 07/09/2019
single release
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
If I don't love you right in this life,
Find me in the next,
And when you see me for the first time,
Shake the sky.
Rain on me, warm and heavy
 Sep 2019 ღ ʏbolɘM ɿuoY
i am a hopeless romantic
with suicidal antics
that cant seem to love herself

she cant seem to nudge herself
out of depressive episodes
but she has expressive goals
to fall in love

to call on love
for several favors
and she has several wagers
that "this one will be 'the one'"
that what ever is done
can be undone
and that she will be okay
because one day love will fix it all

she is a pathetic romantic
with an optimistic aesthetic
and a manic
He takes a second to step aside
He takes a moment to see his lie
And he decides to take a turn this time
But really, he doesn’t know if it’s for the worst
If it’ll be his demise, if it’s just his curse, at work

No one has really known his mind
And no one’s ever seen his eyes
And no one ever thinks behind
Not quite like he’s questioned why
But for them, it’s his own mind’s pride

He wants to close his eyes
But he can feel it in the prize
He can feel it in his tries
So will you step aside
To at least let him try
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