BOUNDARIES
Boundaries are important to have in one’s life. It almost can be described as setting the foundation for yourself! What are your Boundaries?
Being greatful for things we didn’t think we’d understand. With a life full of roses in the palm of her hand.
Outrageous decision floating through the skies. Boundaries is a lesson that’s caught in the blink of an eye.
Understand the troubles and worries along the way. Many individuals wouldn’t have a clue what to say.
Never the less, I guess she can say. Boundaries is a lesson that must be in place.
Daring desires and troubled souls, there’s a world out there someone once told.
Aftermath we could all sing along, to bless the ones that have troubled souls.
Respect all nature, and boundaries on this plate, there’s a world filled with good you just wait.
Irrelevant decisions that can be the grand break, be a happy little duckling and don’t make a mistake.
Expect the less, and nothing but the best, let’s not forget to try at the rest.
Sacrifices made, with a chance to collide. Boundaries are made for both you and I.
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Cha' Lani Cherie
Hello my name is Cha' Lani Cherie. I try and establish a style of writing that is relatable and comfortable for all.
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