"sprit" poems
Nan to walk into your room and see you smile,
I walked over and hugged you all the time,
you always made me smile and always had stories to tell.
I loved sitting with you everyday and listen to the memories you had to share
You showed us that life cant be all that bad
there is always a light at the end of a tunnel,
You were so strong,
You had faith in us all,
You had great sprit even if the day was dull.
you weren’t just my Nan
you were my best friend
I know you had to go,
now I feel I'm alone
but I know you're close.
when I feel the warmth at night I know its you giving me a good night kiss,
when I feel my chest getting tight I know that’s you giving me a big hug,
when I feel the wind brush through my hair
I know your whispering hello to me ..
when I see the sun shine I know you're happy,
when I see that bright star I know that’s you watching down on us all and smiling
now a beautiful angel watching over us all,
we pray to you each night.
Loosing you Nan broke my heart and every day without a doubt I think of you and shed a little tear, for a Nan I loved so dear.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC
I reference this not as the flower just of nature but in this case for the fact it is our anniversary this is an
Oleander of my heart yes the heart is a house all of my feelings and emotions are housed there the
Flower I choose to write about is my sister my wife’s sister Liz it’s kind of appropriate since she was the
Only one in our wedding party as we were married before a judge I guess she was a witness a witness to
The crime as it were to describe her I can use Roy Orbison’s song pretty woman a blonde cutie with
Southern roots in Tennessee now she is a near Chicago northerner take southern nights and northern
Bright lights infuse them with grace and charm you have begun to see the Oleander that lies beyond my
Door yard along my walk and borders the yard of my heart the glistening in the spring rain if you get real
Still you can hear tiny sounds of laughter among the joy filled faces the scented bloom fills my living
Room where ever I am eye catching satisfying delightful spring and summer what a wonder the spilling
Forth of fruitful life she matches the rose in pose an attitude of significance tinged with just enough
Brashness to hold your attention until you become beholden to the inner life that shows character
Wisdom authority a driven wind that lays down in the most beautiful fashion only to arise and make the
Trees sing the glass to shake in the most enjoyable way all in unison they dance the eye stormed by this
Profusion of elegance and color truly a best friend to the wayward wind carried near and far secrets rest
Within the heart that the Oleander knows and claims in darkness unflappable a sweet ghostliness an
Arbor found sweetly remembered but never forgotten unspoiled withstanding the day’s heat showing
Resilience a buoyancy of sprit uncommon the thrill that runs with deep rootedness when the sharp wind
Does blow she through power of will brings calm a flourish of maturity so lovely that is outstanding in all
these gifts she provides the greatest is she calls me friend thanks sis
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
The son of man
Jesus Christ
Headed to river Jordan
True to the prophesy,
To meet John the Baptist.
Opening the sky
Father above
Jesus in
Jordan River
The Holy Sprit
Incarnated in a dove
Were revealed
The 3-in-1 mystery
To solve.
This as a backdrop,
Carrying replicas of the
Ark of the covenant
On their head,
Putting on
Gold-embroidered
Motely religious robes
Priests go to a nearby river
By the laity
Tagged, flanked
And lead.
In white costumes attired
The laity
Who have dressed to ****
Leave no space
On the road to fill.
The colorful procession
Grabs undivided attention.
Melodies hymns
Ear-and-heart-
Pleasing Music
Of harps and many a drum
An electrifying
Effect is the sum.
History has it
That
Ethiopia has been
Celebrating
Epiphany
Keeping originality
As never before
“Ethiopia raises its
Hands to God!”
Is witnessed
In Ethiopia’s Epiphany
Magnified manifold.
Reverberates the song
“Headed to River Jordan
The son of man! ”
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
Our nights are seldom
sound
More restless and
unsettled
Our Mind begins to ask
The bigger questions
of life
As a child
carefree
A day lasted
forever
As a youth
so anxious
To grow up
As a young adult
Restless
To be free of
Our parents
Control
to taste life
Through our own
eyes
Middle age
a bit of
fear
Enters our mind
Of what lies
ahead
Reminiscent Of dreams
Unrealized
We ponder
How old age Will
unfold
As our sprit grows
Meek and mild
Restless and wild
Looking through the eyes
Of a child
Walking slower now
Life means more
We prepare for
The next chapter
Of life old age
Life lessons as our gage
How will that play out
Will we live in pain
Lose our mind
Dementia,
slightly off our rocker
insane
How will our life end
In the arms of a loved ,a friend
Will we be ready
Or will we fear
Did we learn our lessons
To grown in spirit
I know they say
the journey is
As important
as the destination
However will we ever truly
know our purpose
There are no random accidents
Every action has a reaction
And life’s movements
Ever changing
Emotions rearranging
We are not messured
by our good deeds
But by those who remember us
Relationships cultivated with
God greatest gift of
Love
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 4:03 AM UTC
Loosing gravity, I hovered above,
The fields and woods, hills and dales,
Egrets and cranes sensing a competetor
Near gave a chase, that was nice though.
'Just a metaphor that means a search
For beauty and lasting meaning' I heard,
Who said it; unknown commentator viewing
Every movement, each moment, of universe!
What a mystery, I thought for a moment,
Not the 'I' before, but one that is aggragated,
Above the narrow limits of me,my and mine,
The cranes and herons keeping me company
Had bid goodbye, I saw palms wave hands.
Feeling comfortable with the new fecility
I flew high easy, couldn't find where I end
And the multiverse of wonders takes me over
"Aĺl I thought of me was as a visitor to this
Island of time and space, part of a whole,
But I have my sweetheart close to my heart
Near and dear, friends all over the world
Many of us never met but neighbours of
My heart, I hear them from afar and their
Heartbeat I felt mine; was an adventure this,
Love prompted, a lilting poem in progress,
Now a flow with the wind circling universe
I am ecstacy itself, time is the essence in this
Tale, told by many eyes" whispered I to
My invisible companions, winging with me.
And loomed large in my being my beloved
Moon with whom I fell madly in love in an
Age of unreason and wild infatuation.
She felt compelled to hold me close to her
***** and kissed my sweaty brows gently
A moment of oblivion, now I am one with
The sprit of universe, in thought and deed
When being becomes nothingness, bliss!
The starry nights, embellished in darkness
And light is my domain till eternity, I have
No loss or gain, what 'I was' cherished is not
Taken from me a bit, in this wingless flight
The stars, a billions lighted souls dancing
In time line far near and eternal began
To hum a celestial tune that becomes all,
That makes the universe, it moves in waves
Holds all together with love and compassion
All the rest are just tales,elements create
You and I, all the rest are myths illusory
Apparition of one and only music eternal.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
My Loneliness is killing me
keeping my poor heart weeping,
this coldness
of true loneliness
is eating away at me
No one should have to go through life like this.
I could no longer fool myself living in a place of happiness
when all I see is the gray hovering over me,
my heart is truly broken
like someone had left me for the dead
I have no where to rest my head.
Because my mind is traveling over time
that reviles what I am feeling,
I know this may sound silly
but really
this has became apart of me.
In my mind I would see a place that haunts me
I am upon a mighty sea
where his eyes are looking at me...
but I never understood what it all means,
I just no I am in something deep
that scars the hell out of me.
In this darkness of my loneness
I have found myself in something deep
that leaving me cold and weeping,
I don't really know if I'm sleeping
my pains are cutting me so bad
leaving me feeling mad.
I’m bleeding out into the sea
because this old loneliness has taken over me
left me feeling cold and very alone;
but I keep hanging on
like an old sad song
that keep playing on.
I can no longer bear it
but somehow I am getting stronger
I know I must-
standing around in this dust,
this loneliness make me feel like I have no existence,
No self-worth
Oh, how this hurts the worst.
A life of a living Hell
Did that wring someone's Bell?
out in the cold
so very alone...
trying to make it on my own
I have nowhere to call home
all I do is roam.
Oh, how my body craves to be loved
but love was never a part of me,
my empty heart just bleeds like ink
as I wrote my famous lines
for the whole world to read
about a life that kept so many hooked.
So I could set my soul at easy
and my spirit run free
so I could feel a touch of love
and just maybe be love back
instead of always being attacked
behind my back.
It is crazy how so many has read my book
they all wanted take a better look
like they are hooked
but then it was them that wanted to bring on more rain
just to give me more pain.
But when I wrote down my story
of my lonely life
that made me cry
in my own bloodstained ink
where it is my sprit sink's
to pass the time-
to easy my nights
to easy my mind
my pains of loneliness remains,
but one day it will go away.
- Judy Emery © 2017 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Judy Lilly Emery
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
She cried.
She dies.
She's broken inside.
How much longer?
How many days?
Before she gets to end the pain?
She doesn't mean it.
She doesn't like to cry.
But what should she do?
What should she say?
All she knows is happiness doesn't stay.
She tried to smile.
She tried to sing.
But no one knows the tune...
So they weren't listening.
She told them to listen.
She told them to hear.
But they broke her sprit.
They caused her fears.
Was she too fat?
Was she too thin?
Was she too ugly?
Can she ever win?
They said he pain was just for show...
But when she hung herself emotionally...
I wondered how they still didn't know?
Did they know she was hurting?
She didn't know they cared.
They were too late now.
Her sprit was crushed.
She just gave up.
No matter how hard she tried.
It wasn't right.
All she dreams of is dying...
Where's the light?
She gave up because it wasn't enough.
Its never enough.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
angel's can shout through demons
if they have to
here in the valley of time slips and air borne rock
land of meteor splash and ufos
sprit friends
a fantasy gift you give yourself
but if you see some of them
its the worst day of your life
those streaking trajectories
as straight as a pencil path
sending a migration of aliens
weird ovoid's with ****** binocular vision
like Helix pomatia
****** crawlers
while eight legged locomoting moss piglets
that look like a thousand blinking
one eyed gob worms
hurtle in decent
perhaps landing in the Yucatan
barbarian headed asteroids, critter ridden
mixed of spirits and denizens of deep space
from the parametric edges of Bals
glittering kingdom
shoot suns down from the sky
far flinging those crater bashed demons
into predatory gardens
elixir's of war and death
wave screaming reveries
through red cities
of nightingale floors
nautilus agents plummet
into brawling plots of ash
shattering a million spines
of **** ***** monsters
in a bulls eye break neck rodeo
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
1
O' sprite full Maia, come attire our lands with your boundless prize-
Of joyful swelling by the nature's pleasing bloom,and green surprise,
To sprout a floral bedding,round the yards and shades for worthy dales;
And birds will spin their adorned bowers over the dewy boughs and vales.
2
Hail! to you goddess, deck the forest’s lingering beauty, thus come:
Let streams to flow across the thick and- bushy meadows over your prime,
For hawthorn white and lilies to bud, and converse fragrance in air,
To wind down our minds with breezes- blow,groovy lifts cool us lighter.
3
Mid mate of months, come and show your
primeval splendor and glee,
While south is praising vintager’s autumn,
North's propitious spring does fly,
And make the country lush with garden- fruits,the sweetest scents they spray,
To fill each rose with flavors long,
for all the ardent grooms they pray!
Come Glitter, glitter ***** rays-,
and sun is warm in moderate mood;
Behold! the coming of her-,
bees gathered among the newly buds
Nithin Purple from 'Halcyon Wings.'
REFERENCE:
*Maia— Greek goddess of May month
*Hawthorn—A spring-flowering shrub or small tree of the genus Crataegus.
*Vintager—A person who harvests grapes for making wine.
***** rays—Attraction of sunlight towards flowers, showing a dependency.
*Sprite—Middle English: alteration of sprit, a contraction of spirit.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
Because you smell like walking down the candle aisle at walmart
Because you dance badly and often.
Because you understand that Nirvana is more than teen sprit.
Because you read about science for fun
Because you laugh too loud and you drink too often.
Because you made me smile in the most real way.
Because kissing you never got boring,
And because the butterflies never went anywhere.
Because you know who Steve Vai is
And because you like to canoe.
Because you’re a dog person, and you’re a cat person.
Because you didn’t eat normal, and you knew about quiona.
Because your mom has seven christmas trees,
Because you laughed when I sang Prince Ali
and because you were everything I needed you to be.
Because you have funny looking feet,
and you snore too loud.
Because you over think things, and you never relax.
Because you like to hike and because your pets all have strange names.
Because I can still look back and laugh at how silly we were.
Because I still find a way to bring you up in every conversation.
Because our tattoo artist coloured your skin so perfect.
And because you’re more beautiful first thing in the morning than anyone else I’ve seen.
I love you because your hips always fit my hands so perfect,
And because staying up too late talking to you is better than kissing someone else.
Because I’m going to remember your smile and the way your nose brushed mine when we kissed for the rest of my life
And because I will never forgive myself for letting you walk
Because you’re exactly what I dreamed of and nothing I would have expected.
Because I’ve never been good with words,
Because you weren’t either.
Its because when I looked at you, I saw it back.
Because being in love with you regardless of time, distance and rationality ended up being the only thing I’m really good at.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
jeg faldt (for dig)
en aften i december
lige ned i dine arme, faldt jeg
og luften føltes ikke længere
helt så kold.
vi så hinanden i øjnene
lidt for længe til at vi to
bare kunne være venner,
og jeg vidste
at du var den jeg skulle drikke
sød kaffe og plukke solsikker med.
men nu er jeg faldet over min kærlighed
og over mig selv og mit
sikkerhedsnet af dig er borte
jeg forstår ikke hvad det var
der var så forkert ved det jeg gjorde
så jeg er holdt op med at spørge
og renser desperat mit hjerte i sprit
for at det ikke skal blive betændt
men i mit indre brænder dog
et håb om at vi vil mødes igen
en aften i december
og vi vil se hinanden i øjnene
lidt for længe til det kan være forbi
og du vil falde (for mig) på ny
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:05 AM UTC
Så sidder vi her igen
Oppe men stadig nede
Det grå slør dækker dit ansigt
Hver onsdag
Jeg kigger op og møder dit blik
Men når verden udenfor altid rager til sig, så sidder vi her
Torsdag
Romantisk
Skulle man tro
Vi åbner øjnene op og lever videre fra igår
Ak man kunne ønske andet
Rugbrødsmadder er rådighedens beløb lige nu
Rødvinssjatterne fra weekendens strabadser afmærker sig på dugen
Fredag og fri
Her finder den nådesløse halvtomme kærlighed sig tid
Til dig
Til mig
Fristelser skal jo stilles og med sprit og vin i blodet, går det let
Vi lever og dog ikke
Vi er levende døde
Men vi er to
Os to
Mandag
Glansbilledet gemmes ikke væk, for det har aldrig været fremme
Ord over mad er ikke noget vi gør i
Men i tavshed er vi verdens mestre
Tirsdag sker det
Ikke
Byens larm en tidlig morgen
Togets forsinkelser minder mig om livets selvfølger, som jeg går og venter på
Nøglen drejes i
Onsdag
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
High above in heaven a prayer heard
A man whose heart feared
God almighty I did wrong he said
Yet to gain pardon my sacrifice not paid
For Iam poor and cannot pay
A sacrifice needs money the elders say
Father in heaven his heart did pain
oh for the love of tis human to gain
To make a sacrifice his child he sent
To know the human pain in earth to spend
A child in a manjor was born
to them in darkness awaiting joyous morn
A sacrifice to our sins God did give
The greatest gift for poor to live
Christmas a time with joy to celebrate
Gifts and toys and rituals humans create
Doth not for poor God as a child born
yet humanity doth make his heart torn
its not gifts that mark the day
its a love of God to humaniny with his life to pay
Joy not in the gifts we do give
joy be found to give the dying a life to live
Not in the feast a christmas sprit found
A smile to them that cry a melody of joy to sound
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
I celebrate her freedom , I paint her in pink.......
I occupy her blueness in red passionate sprit ...
Dreams filled her eyeball,
counting down each second ...
until the special day of adventure,
a call from heaven ...
We Started for a treasure hunt elevated 7000 ft ..
snow flakes covered the mountain,
keeping mystery under beneath...
We covered eyelids ,
awaiting sparking light ..
A big storm grabbed us ,screaming holly night ...
Mountain tunnel darkness invading the eyes.......
We lose focus , all direction lies..
Evil shadows move and dance in peripheral ,
causing our mind to go blank penal .
We taste confusion in the subconscious cerebrums ,
Like a rainbow after the dark,
A cave tremble holly sound ,
with hope and promise , a future to profound ....
Discovering book of Eli , the treasure inside love ,
The elusive, tangible love staying all above..........
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
Carcass
****** carcass
Was this by my hands alone?
I can feel my gums peeling apart
And the secretion growing ever fiercer
Maybe it’ll happen when I’m in a peaceful slumber
The hairs on my arm won’t even prickle up to warn me
It’ll be as abrupt as
Deaths
Abruption
I’m not trying to be witty anymore
I’ll look into his cold grey eyes
And find nothing but white blankets of snow
Where no soul has ever walked
I won’t be the first
No I’ll just sit and remember
My belief in what was tangible
Sprit breaks apart
At first
Fierce like a Chinese dragon
Only to scamper away
Scared
Like a small bunny rabbit
Don’t take pity
**** me before I find myself comfortable
White picket fences won’t be able to contain my restless body
I’ll find myself leaping through every canyon’s crevice I can find
Or I’ll pass my time against Anytown’s alleyway walls
Bottle after bottle
Empty and obtuse
Resting diagonally against my pretzel stick legs
No I won’t give a ****
I’ll probably never love any human soul
I’m stumbling and spiraling and laughing and cursing
And through my kaleidoscope all I see is my own empty void
Black and eerie and foreboding
Coming to aid my crucifixion
Love
Love
Love
Love
I found it in the sewers
Where rats die and **** and **** flow seamlessly
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
Violence, I Don’t Hold Those Rains,
Silence Beside My Eyelids Inside Know My Pain,
Were Just A Number Don’t Own A Name,
Social Security, Tags Sincerely,
Passing Through Earths Plane, Piercing Purity,
I Call My Conscious Kato ,
Cos Andrew Michael Gammons Just A Label,
I’m The Eye Rolling The Die, & The Decision Implied That Lys Upon The Table,
I Am Infinite, Able To Untangle The Tangled,
That Gold Ratio, Element Lighting, Vessica Pieces,
Hyper Space Igniting, Lapse In Time, When Beauty Shines , Love Is Always Present,
A Gift Inside, Of Course Were From The Same Source , That Sprit Light,
That Multiplied, Manifesting Universal Matrix, Some Moments I Feel Foreign , I Face It,
I Am Right Here On Some Real Outer Space ****
I Feel Out Of Space When, I’m Faced With Low Vibrations,
I’m So ******* High , That’s Why I Can’t Take It,
Shrooms Showed Me Truth In Life Illusions Like Liqour & Ballons, Is Just An Act Of Consume, Prophet
It’s Full Of Aliens, Beautiful Harmonics, Space ships . Healing Onyx,
I’m Neither Humble Nor Modest, I’m Honest, They Key Is Within,
Lying Out Your Chin When You Grin Got It In Your Pocket,
G.E.D Bleeds Deep Won’t Be Forgotten,
With Shattered Knees By Close Friends That Deceived Claimed They Got Him
You Will Be At The Top Brother Man, Understand They At The Bottom,
What Others Did . Glad No Body Shot Him,
I Really Morph Into A Monster When I’m Feeling Rotten,
At Least Ged Didn’t Turn Away,
Kash You Blamed Me & ******* Burned My Face,
I Am In Galactic Space, Manifesting Amplifying , High Exchange,
Inner Out & Outer, I’ve Just Written My Ritual, Visuals The Perfect Hour,
I’m On My Way To The Mo urge, But Before I Need To Take A Shower,
I Sit Under An Oak Kick It For An Hour,
Embrace The Hearts Of Stars That Wore Torn Apart By Cowards
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
måske det er det vi er,
weekendalkoholikere
måske vi elsker det,
bassen, der overdøver vores eget hjerteslag,
bassen, der dunker mere end vores tanker,
smagen af sprit, og røgen der hænger i tøjet
tænder den ene cigaret med den sidste,
ryger, drikker, danser,
danser det hele væk,
håber på at svingende hofter og klamme blikke,
kan slette det hele,
drikker måske for at glemme,
eller måske for at huske
men kan man kurere en sygdom med en anden,
for hvad hjælper det at vi drikker os fra vores sanser,
og gemmer os bag billeder så slørede som livet,
når vi i virkeligheden har bræk på skoene,
og tomme pakker i vores tomme lommer
måske det er det vi er,
weekendalkoholikere
måske vi elsker det,
måske ikke
måske det bare er hvem vi er,
syge mennesker,
der lader som om vi har det sjovt,
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
she decided to go far away from here
with her frustrated compassion
&endless confussion
by the way she's concerned of being proud,bold & strong
&lost in the heavy rain so magnatic&
charismatic member of the seasons
hey you fall!
teach me how to build
after falling& move on
when sun goes down
pulls me out of crowd
just let the rain
do it's show
playing piano
with the wet leaves
&let it go
by my sprit
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC
Sleep is growing harder
Always the forest
Spirt tell me what you need to
I want to sleep again
It's been years since it happened for the first time
The dream had replayed ever night
The stables were on fire
They pounded after me
I was scared
Running from the snarls
And snapping of teeth
I ran into the flame swallowed stall
But I wasn't afraid
They engulfed me
And the sad eyes of a wolf
Looked at me from the other side of
The stable
Why child? Do you **** yourself?
It always
Ended in those words
I was scared to understand those words
But now years later
I run the forest through
Searching
Always searching
Until I can find them
The trees all bow to the ground
I was home
I could run freely with them
Why child? Do you **** yourself?
These words haunt me
As the wolves eyes burn me
I decide I will name the him spirt wolf
Sprit wolf take me home
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
Once you’ve been in the ocean
A lake is far too small
If a lake ever had ledges
Off them you would surely fall
You’ve swam in much too big of a place
To move to another without so much space
A pond will never be your true home
Not for you not once you’re full grown
Your arms will be too big your legs too giant
Your body in a puddle will never be complaint
So as you develop from a child to something bigger
Remember that you’re an ocean not a river
Your brain is too big so your body had to fit it
And living in a river would would surely **** your big sprit
Stay in the place that fits like a size too big shoe
Where there’s plenty of space for you to grow up to be you
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC
I am a person
Full of blood and a growing heart
Full of breath and a shaken sprit
I bruise and heart break still finds me
I cry and laugh
I'm a trip down memory lane
Or that new path you never thought to take.
I make mistakes
I'm just skin and bones
I am awkward
I am me
No need to explain my self
Just sleeping
Dreaming
Hoping
I like to live my life that way
Its simplicity in a complicated world.
I am a person
This is what I am
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:18 AM UTC
I was pure
Till you took my virtue
Ravish my humanity
Erode my heart
Distroy my loyalty
Crush my sprit
Emptied my love
I would be pure
If there's a cure
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
I tryd to fo the world for you
to paints smile on you're face
to wipe away those havie tears
for you teast a sweeter teast
but you bring with you this deep tradgety
you're see only pain
& why does you're world have to be a sky with only rain?
the sun baby can shine for you
the birds can sing you're name
but there's nothing anyone can do you'll allways feel the same
a sprit that's been scard for
life shaderd just like glass
I know we should have spoke that night
now you're just the past
together no more
Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 3:27 PM UTC
Ever felt your, the night
as it wraps it arms around you
be it hot or cold
it dose the same thing
but have you loved it back
wrapped you arms around it back
though this all nights might **** me
we all a need a sprit
who can
tell us who we are
and why am I still here today
T R U E.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC