Brad is just a hidden nickname for my dad,
I wish he didn't make me feel so bad.
Told me to hide it and never to strife in it, yes he had.
So maybe I should make my blood jet worse.
He is the only one who can make my blood run cold.
Wish the words that he spoke had never been told.
Told me to keep the only thing I love untold.
Is my passion for it a blessing or a curse?
God gave it to me.
God can help me see.
God leaves me be.
But I always want God ti stay with me,
In sight and in mind.
God is so kind,
beautiful.
I do mind,
but am hopeful.
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Poetry By Eclipse (Poetry Book One)
कविताThis book is a compilation of a random selection of poetry that are all written, made-up and conjured by me. Some, I just wrote for fun and enjoyment, and others are based off of personal experiences with my actual life. Most of them however begin w...
