Darling, we don't buy souls
So you cant climb the ladders, thinking it is magic
If heaven for you feels hell
Then there must be no divine at all, instead
There is this thing we call
"faith"
We live for the unknown
The oblivion is so mysterious, it make you think it is the devil possessing you over and over again
But even the worst knows there is boundary, and they know the couldn't win, and even if they did,
they know which history to tell
Past is just, it is lost itself for a little while
So, take your time, rushing is not for the weak
And never forget to speak to they with good graces
Because you are taught the ethics by angels,
and wisdom Is for many, only the wises ever so little
If normalcy is over rated then limit the craziness
They are not curses, mistakes did happen with intention
And if fear loves to play at you, tell them you are resting
Nobody wants a broken time zones
Darling, we don't buy souls
So you cant climb the ladders, thinking it is magic
If heaven for you feels hell
Then there must be no divine at all, instead
There is this thing we call
"faith"
And no, this magic we have is just the beginning
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Mr. Poetry
PoésieFor the Guy who don't know poetry mean so much for a girl That he decided to make one for her himself Doesn't matter if it looks boring or uncool at least he tried to share his true feelings hidden between the line. Started Nov 12,2017- Ended april...
