blessing
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"VIRTUOUS HUMAN"
You're the true instance of virtuous human.
Your mind as pure as crystal,
your heart soft and sound like waters.
If her love was transportation, no hesitation I'm on a mission, her company heads to the rightful destination. State of elation. A thought of her equivalent to paradise, BLESSING haven. She's beautiful like heaven.
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I'm not the girl you remember, a mean face, but submissive, nice to most, & sweet.
I tossed her to the wolves, no eviction notice, they ate her alive, fresh meat, bona petit.
Waking up, thinking about back in the day.
The kids got up, went outside to play.
Things was groovy, hey.
Until everything started to change.
The world suddenly got rearraged.
The people really went deranged.
I'm thankful for the sun, the blessing received from its warmth.
I'm thankful for the stars, for guiding me through the night.
I'm thankful for the love, that spreads from near and far.
I want things
That I avoid
Because I do not want
To want.
Wanting comes with anticipation
And desires, when they
The words echoed in my head."Mommy has breast cancer." Tears.Here and there they fell, yet always in secret.The helplessness consumed me.A picture of death branded into my mind.This lasted for weeksand weeksand weeks.Grades fell.I stopped eating.
I finally came at peace with myself
With my emotions
With my decisions
For I know everything is going to be just fine
For I know that everything leads up to an ultimate lesson learned
Someone died today
And your sorrow is cherished
It was a long time ago
May moss grow on their bones
a true blessing they are
they upgraded my eyes
no more silly glasses
to hide me from the outside
although they may be costly
I do love them so
for I'd choose sight over money
One thing that's been both a blessing and a curse in my life is my ability to see all that's amazingly good in a person; and those are the parts I fallin love with.
I am blessed in many ways,
God blessed me with wonderful parents,
God blessed me with beautiful children,
Walking down the street with tear in my eyes and you still have words to say to me?
My head in the ground, dirt in my face and your still kicking me?
What a Blessed Friend
My friend in relation
My loving sister in bond
I look to you with amazement
Blessed At Heart
One I would follow
Till the end of time
A friend so you are
But more can you be
Of wormholes
And hyperboles,
Of mispronunciation
Of sci-fi,
And of grammar,
And of fun-facts by the dozen
Of kites
And cars,
Kaleidoscopes,
In the heart of the city of Manhattan,
There once was a girl by the name of Ashton.
She was as rich as could be,
As her parents were the CEO’s of a large company.
Her funds were spent like they never would end,
The room is colder without you.
The stage doesn't shine anymore.
Rehearsals fly by without thought.
Every song relates to you somehow....
Tears fill the back of our eyes whenever we see something like you.
