A try
A pry
Night light
Night fight
With life
With strife
Cracked smile
Cracked while
Eyes cried
Eyes dried
Want might
Want right
More blind
More bind
Time winds
Time finds
But lies
But flies
Not quite
Not white
Give in
Give win
Less wine
Less mine
To bye,
To skies
Low sighs
Low highs
Questions to me, my why.
A night with cracked eyes want more time but not give less to low questions.
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Just A Girl With A Just God
PoetryLife................. There's no one way to explain it, but let me explain mine; I find it in Him.
