It Was My Song

No other made sense, In his eyes read the notes My soul enjoyed. Underneath the sky, before whatever time I would be caressed till the melody drowned my entire being And I lived by this,for this For what is life without love,a symphony of something beautiful you can live by? A music you can own?Continue reading “It Was My Song”

Young Blood

With a conscience wild We ride Playing tales at noon from the root Coats large Yet bodies small Standing always at the front line Seeming saints, soiled status Bended by desires sweet yet poisonous A fall generational For whilst we be,we be Consistent at the stage but not at the altar So when that kingdomContinue reading “Young Blood”

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