On the day that I die, I hope the sun cries stronger than its average sunlight.
Beaming positivity into those who don't try nor seem to care
I will never fear days when I'm not there. And though it may appear, my intentions are steered.
Let this direction be a perception of clear.
My purpose has been fulfilled I'm fueled by life & deaths contrast, counterparts in a fashion
Let my thoughts never be heard, but instead dipped into acid, poured into cups then drank by the masses
Death by ideal or death by a passion?
I rather lather in goals and feelings of satisfaction.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
On the day that I die, I hope the sun cries stronger than its average sunlight.
Beaming positivity into those who don't try nor seem to care
I will never fear days when I'm not there. And though it may appear, my intentions are steered.
Let this direction be a perception of clear.
My purpose has been fulfilled I'm fueled by life & deaths contrast, counterparts in a fashion
Let my thoughts never be heard, but instead dipped into acid, poured into cups then drank by the masses
Death by ideal or death by a passion?
I rather lather in goals and feelings of satisfaction.
