Guts Over Fear.
Saturday, March 05, 2016
9:09 AM
Exquisite serenity,
Her Egyptian voice brings,
Every time she sings,
I relive my life as a gypsy.
For Each day I got a feeling,
that I was going under
Being victim to life's plunders,
undone was my every seam
Yet I Dare to Dream,
Envisioning that I'll make it out alive.
So now that I'm aware,
To the trickery of life,
I'll apply to myself a coat of Insincere Veneer
The kind that doesn't wear or age,
The world wont know what hit them.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoesíaThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
