With everything I love, and everything i am,
i live for this
i get days when i think of nothing else except the
truth that flows through my veins.
the happiness of yesterday, even today's pain
I claim this with everything i love, and everything I am
I love this.
i open up the bottle of continuation,
to sip of this hopeful reality, praying for
intoxication.
Unable to operate unless I am able to drink of the cup
my existing imagination.
a poem-aholic, while sentimentally longing for wistful
affection for the the things
of the past, patiently waiting for the covenant of truth.
for, life needs no proof.
only the beat of the heart, collectively producing everything that i am,
and i put that on everything i love.
I live for this.
My breath stops when i can not taste pen to paper.
when my breath stops, my heart stops, and the blood
of life that flows through my pen, ends
nnnaaawwww... God ain't ready for me to die yet.
with everything i love, and everything i am
God keeps me alive..... for this
"xpressurself"
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