If you read me, I am fire. Filled with ambition, love, an emotion. I'm my own canvas I write my story. If I were a book, would you read through all The pages from the hurting to success?
What is real to you Will prosper. I imagined her into my life While I was writing blessings to him For a new chapter; knowing it won't last. I'm happy with all these pages, Yet I'm still writing