Everything is a process
Little by little you will have it all
It's just that your Lord you don't call
Yet He laid it all for you
His love for you only if you knew
Tears is all you want to shed
Fear is becoming your bed
Your heart isn't made of stone
It's your uglier side you let won
You let happiness slide
Sad memories is all you ride
YOU ARE READING
MIDNIGHT MIND
Poetrywriting words that the heart utters The thoughts the minds ponders The verses the mouth is too ashamed to mutter
