So many words drafted for future
has become a small part of my past.
The world may judge you before you say one word
But one word may change the judgement of the world
Profound if I do say so myself
From the graveyard shift of death,
We're granted a vacation of life.
Expanded from an earlier poem of mine on life. This is one way to look at it.
Your intentions spark in your eyes,
I'm smiling listening to your lies.
I couldn't find myself within me,
I was displaced by her within me.
I hope they'll all forget me
Then I can lead my life happily
All I was.....
Your summer dream
Messed up to be wanted.
No veo En Eso tiene el dedo anular
¿Estabas esperando por mí?
Starting to take a deep interest learning Spanish.
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