Morphing in its purest form.
The cure is warm
Like hemoglobin surging for.
A feeling of a perfect
Form
But God searches for your purest
Form
So be warned you may not find exactly what your searching for.
I'm learning more.
A curve of sorts.
Nothing that I've learned before.
I'm sure if I return this
Poem
You'll read this and return it home.
Burning in your
Cozy dorm is fire burning keep you warm.
And cool you with a surgeons nose
You breathe eat sleep
And dream spirits truest form
Spread wings accept your worth in gold.
And learn of certain search in soul.
I pray when you return this poem.
You've grown wings.
And learned to grow.
And my mom has learned of courage bro... spread wings and yearn
For more in hopes.

the person that I learned the most.
I love you naji
Your perfect poem.
Before you i felt worthless
Now im certain
I'll find a perfect home.