Step by step
Thoughts wiping tears
I am just a child can't handle that
Its does not make me a man , I'm still a virgin child with an abused life
I still want to be a child , I still want to get unto the house and see Nobody cry . shit ... !!
How should I write it
Where i should post it
Who gonna read it , who gona feel it .
But too late now
I am a man now
Who is getting a baby now
I hope you can feel me now
I hope i can be free from this period now
The black skies above opened up
and rain began to fall.
The rain drops hit me like
a stab in the back
and an unexpected attack.
I suddenly feel black.
I realize that I was only a shell
that pretended to be well.
I was a grown man in a boy
treating my own life like a toy.
The time has come for me to change.
The old me has gone
and a new me has come.
I was an empty shell with no reason of living.
Now, I'm a man seeking to make my own meaning.
I look up and see a clear sky.
It seems that my darkness has left without saying goodbye.
he was a man with no shadow
and the light began to swallow him
he couldn't see at all
he was a man who walked far
and the sand began rise to his
he didn't have rest
but this wasn't always the case
until he won the
everyone knows him
everyone feels like they know
they grow restless when they see
but that has been faded
Bless the nightingales that we were,
Staying up late on the porch underneath the stars.
The waves of the river were crashing against the rocks,
Accompanying the sounds of friends sharing warmth.
Everything I loved in those moments,
I can only recall it through the shadow man.
From behind, the past is seen as dark,
But that shadow brings light forward.
The light to friends,
The light to conversations,
The light to love,
The light to memories.
Bring me back to that porch.
I did not fear the dark as I lied underneath the night sky.
Help me see the shadow of today.
I cannot stop longing for the past.
HAWAII BALLISTIC MISSILE SYSTEM AN ALARM
WAS MISTAKENLY SENT OUT
COME ON GUYS WHAT A MISTAKE
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
WITH THE TENSION IN NORTH KOREA
A MISTAKE LIKE THIS IS WRONG
KIM JONG UN IS NOW LAUGHING BECAUSE
YOU ARE PLAYING HIS FAVOURITE SONG
DONALD TRUMP AND ROCKET MAN
DON'T NEED ANYMORE TENSION
WHEN YOU ARE DEALING WITH NUCLEAR WEAPONS
STUPIDITY LIKE THIS I HAVE TO MENTION
Oh how perfect he is. From his kind, chivalrous, Breath taking soul that is filled with laughter, joy, God, and mercy. To the sweet tender touch of his soft lips. Lips like cotton, so soft and pure that they’re only fit for a queen. Tasting sweet as honey, leaving a soft dew behind.
Oh and those eyes. Breathtaking as the highest mountain top view. Deep as the deepest sea. And blue as the bluest sky. Sparkling. Glistening in the light as if calling out for me to get lost once again. Eyes that pierce the soul, and it never escapes. See the depth, and welcome me. Yearning for me to be lost in them, showing the true soul of the owner.
His warm embrace. So gentle. Loving. Passionate. Sensual. Arms flowing over me as the sun rays on a warm summer day. His fingers licking over my skin like a flame. Soft. Gentle touch like silk, brushing my hair off my soft skin. Love and passion felt with every soft touch.
Beautiful pastel skin, glistening with a sweet aroma. Hitting my nose like the most expensive perfume. His essence taking over me like a sweet wine. Gripping my every cell, down to my very core. Carrying me away to a place I’ve never been before.
The face of a child, innocent and kind. Perfect in every way. From the top of each strand of hair, out to the ever loving and contagious aura that follows him.
He is perfect perfection. But he knows not. Perfect perfection, he believes not. He is the one and only. My soulmate. My life. My love. My perfect perfection.
I say learn to practice what you preach
You have no rights to tear other people down
Remember this life is a long sandy beach
Each man has a unique print of his own.
So learn to always show love and support
No man is an Island, the famous adage says,
Brother-keeping is what life's entirely about
And kindness is a blessed seed sown for better days.
Love your neighbor as thyself, the good book says
How long will we go contrary to this universal law,
Commanded by God Himself since ancient of days?
A law in which he invested time and love to draw.
So where is humanity, where is that universal love?
It's time for the strong to give the weak a helping hand
The seed of love is the will of the Most High from above
So let love become that unique footprint left in the sand.
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