Waaater... wataaaa, waterrrr, running.. Falling MY NAME ITS CALLLING. It represents healing and cleansing.. save(nurture) my nativity.. save my mentality save the soul in me. My heart strings.. thoughtful gentle things. My purest form it brings. I can submerge in it all worldly activities.. hide me.. soak me, soak my actions.. cover reactions.. got some water.. get ya some.. waterrrrrr, she's a wave of satisfaction. she's a mathematical a mystical rafter. Shelter to seek after. Water sets me free... water brushes.. water blows my knowledge. It sustains my power... Water is the mother of soul. water cleanses makes us whole... Ohhh Ohhh Ohhhh water.. drip drop waters what you got. good what ya got.. It's everything... Listen to It's.Water@soundcloud !!@It's.Water by SelinaRos3y
The poetry flow on water.. from birth to life surrounded in water, relaxing, hydrating and nourishing.. The water we need. To the symbolic spiritual supernatural Gift of water.. and the water we be.. The water of Life we need..
would you accept a gift ... it's a red gift ... stay between a ribs .. beats with a nicely music ... it beats ... sings as a song ... with your name ... it's there ... inside me ... would you ... accept my heart ...
it's the heart ... heart of me ... hidden for all ... no one can see ... except you ... and only it ... belongs for you ... because it's you ... and only you ... who you deserve ... this gift ... which it ... part of me ...
I thank the Lord Jesus Christ for The goodness in my life and I cherish him in my heart And I smile so bright Praying to him every night And he guide's me home Safe and warm sheltered From the evil coronavirus storm And the lord Jesus Christ Is my beautiful gift to our life And all the blessings in my life And his peace and love every day And I am so very grateful today To have the Lord Jesus Christ In my heart every day.
Prayer 🙏🙏🌷🌷❣️ Thank You Fr Bill For Using My Prayer at church mass
I was so tired and frayed. I wondered what moon you saw from that distant planet. Outer space caused a great famine Did you allow your lungs to love An ounce of it if any, love.
Define our love in a sentimental mood. A gravitational pull that holds my hand. Exceptions where we let go to kiss the sun. We fall down around 12 to 1. Coming back, warm in our commotion of fantasies. We spoke our mind telepathically.
You were so tired and frayed. You wondered what moon I saw from that distant planet. Outer space caused a great famine Did I allow my lungs to love An ounce of it if any, love?
Remember high tides in October? dressed up lovers, bittersweet contour? two mirrors colliding. We became a downward spiral till we couldn’t call ‘us’ anymore. No matter how much I see it, it’s just you and me but not the way it used to be.
We were so tired and frayed. We wondered what moon we saw from that distant planet of ours. Outer space caused a great famine in thought.. ..The in-between which we could not meet made it hard. We loved with every crevice of our body but with the last drop there was nothing to breathe from. An ounce of it if any.
This was based on past experience. It was through codependency and the miserable lack of communication , I could get a better understanding of what bittersweet viper bites feel like when it comes to love someone and let them go. For both of your betterment. (we are adjusting and growing and learning together)