days turn into nights, a false image and dark sights, an image of imperfections, false justifications, no justice and qualifications.
By Nancy Toraya4 years ago in Poets
no matter how hard i try, i continue to have endless thoughts, sigh, of all the times my body and heart stopped, where my organs dropped,
there was once an ocean, so much waves you could never tell its motion, deep deep blue, but like the sand still due,
all im wishing for is for my body to feel before death. before the time on this earth that i had to pay with all my wealth,
Seasons change, Just like a mind game, we have a variety of differences yet were stuck in a loss or gain, we suffer from losses and pain,