Sometimes I feel like my wings have let me go.

Countless hours trying to figure out what is right for us.
Can't decide whether it's love or lust.

The sunset reminds me of beauty.
It reminds me that love and happiness still exist.
The sunset reminds me that smiling is perfectly ok.
The sunset is God's face filling in the missing holes of no hope.

So very often I fade deep
In my thoughts and get lost in a daze,
I get so deep in my emotions,
I feel like floating on top of a wave.
I can hear my pen creating
Deep poetic tunes as I write on
this page.
Sharing my poetic gifts God gave,
Before my coffin is made.
These Poetic tunes.

I swear every day I face a new challenge,
The devil and his tactics try throwing me off my balance.

Dust we're born.
Ashes we die.

Monday mornings,
Tuesday evenings,
Wednesday afternoons,
Saturday nights,
And
Sunday mornings,
Is when I think of you.







But Friday is when I'm with him.

I seen the sun whispering to the moon.

This life can be given and it can be taken.

That's when I knew I was simple.