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Today I realized the word Shepherd, is one "e" away from Sheep herd Which isn’t enough to write a poem about But it was enough to make me not kill myself today.
A few still shine-Gold Souls I'm placed around them to guide If they alone choose to accept push, pull or reject, its still alright I know what it's like, to be stubborn It turns on you and will for-sure burn
  Light becomes day in the seconds come, Will sun have killed by pressing thumb; Thou wilt not ever to me prove That wantest me to be thy love.   Thy gifts are faded by discord
Come live with me and be my love, And to thee will I henceforth prove That art more fair than beauteous light And shinest bright in summer’s night.   I will thee bring a stand tall mirror,
The one thing I could not live without, is not what most think about. It cannot be seen, but is very serene. It is the feeling of someone caring.   When one is there to comfort my fears,
The Lord gave me a heart for the hurting Allowed me to enjoy opportunities of which I wasn’t always deserving Endowed me with the power of spiritual discernment Enabled confidence to generate a lyrical disturbance
You speak to me with soft words The three same words as always I don’t know how to respond or act
Taylor Talkative, weird, funny, cuddlier Daughter of Jim and Tammy Lover of Chinese, Pizza, Animals, and German Shepherds Who feels happy around animals, and at Warped Tour Sad at Funerals
Desires I openly nearly never express
Go, little sheep, from this bare and desolate land. Go from this wicked place with its whips and brands. Go, press onward through the cold gates that bar the way Go, leave this dark world
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