Maybe it's just me
I run endlessly
waiting for my turn to see
What the lord has done for me
Do you have a thread for me to sew
My ripped up heart?
The eyes stare me down as i wait in line
It's a first come first serve line
He tosses out your blessings
Catch one if you can
But be careful what you pray for
Because you never know if your wish might actually land in your hand.
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A Poets Aesthetic
ŞiirThought provoking poems about life and death... Now ask yourself... Did you really understand that poem?
