Don't go another chapter. Thinking the mood will capture. I'm in time standing still.. With every bit of my own appeal. In my simple time filled maze. My own lust craze. A variety lost in chapter three. You wont see my feet moving, cuz sum different I see. Listen you stay writing mental notes And making quotes. Of repetitions lil mentions. Yet I've been writing undisturbed proverbs. While entertaining fluffy clouds in hidden suburbs. Speaking unplainly @You How can you Understand me to get to chapter 2. And see me in chapter 3. Tell meh you feeling Me. Selfish..walking talking with a unheard woman. Right now I'ma be selfish cuz there's not lots in common. But Im avoiding confusion.. I'm made of words and proverbs emotions and quotations. And vocals that speak of revelations. A Queendom nation. Bell of a heightened Resurrection. Do I move you to deeper configuration. Or to liquid confusion. As a harp I'm played.. My cords play stayed. Yet to instructions I move, frequentlyΒ Β gently. Not many clearly see the harmony that guides me. I am writer. Server..Praiser..Uplifter..Encourager. Made to stir, seek, employ, create and confer. A waiter..a humble soul..Qualifier..flower. @I'm simply__H.E.R. writer.
he quickly says ready set lets go..Lifetime change making moves...The big picture, Oh let's go..