Moments of treasure are now set aside to rest..
Buried deep, into a gold-filled chest..
Swiped my slate positively blank..
No-one better than myself to thank..
A step made now, is a step less later..
A sorrow to kill & peace to cater..
Day and night, later on will feel so right..
Calm as ever, like stepping into a heaven so bright .
Buried deep, into a gold-filled chest..
Swiped my slate positively blank..
No-one better than myself to thank..
A step made now, is a step less later..
A sorrow to kill & peace to cater..
Day and night, later on will feel so right..
Calm as ever, like stepping into a heaven so bright .
2 comments:
i can not be preached nor can i preach, words of an ignorant, who is impreached, cos his unwillingness has leached, into the heart itself it has reached, deeeply to unfathomed depths, inaudible even to the angel of death, he cannot be saved. No, in his heart ignorance has been engraved.
ur fav anonymous commenter bak at it.
like always, lovinn ur style.
love it hw u express urself.
ppl i aint gay.
jus love this guys talent.
hahaha
peace!
*i can not be preached to
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