Jul 2020
Days pass,
I lay in despair.
But as night takes charge,
I believe God will make repairs.
My life may be hopeless,
Running on cheap cigarette smoke,
But I was once a little smiling girl,
And I will be her,I will be her,once more.
I lay in despair.
But as night takes charge,
I believe God will make repairs.
My life may be hopeless,
Running on cheap cigarette smoke,
But I was once a little smiling girl,
And I will be her,I will be her,once more.
This poem is a part of a self written story.
You can read the whole story on Instagram on
@_theclumsypoet_
You can read the whole story on Instagram on
@_theclumsypoet_
