"nessesary" poems
Dig,
Into what makes you tick,
Sift,
Through the dirt to find that gift,
If,
You don't do this,
You won't know it exists.
Hidden treasure under the surface,
Waiting for you to search with,
Tools and clever tricks,
Like leverage,
Whever its,
Nessesary.
To reach that lesson ,
Buried underneath,
Under each,
Encounter,
Your self
And count
Yourself
One.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC