Pain. a simple but creative thing.
it can be emotional and physical.
there can be so so many different things
in that creates this feeling and emotion.
but for me, pain has always exist.
loneliness surrounds me like a man stung
by an africanized bee.
and for a slight glimmer, i
thought i saw a way out of it.
a way out of a dark shroud of suffering.
little did i know that this was a
way to feel worse then i ever have.
A man came into my life, he too was in pain.
the man found something broken in his heart.
he sought mending, and i felt like i could have provided it
for a small while, life was good, but then something changed.
A song seeks to create purity.
A poem seeks to inspire love.
An arm seeks to grab what ever it can.
A leg seeks to keep you moving.
A breeze seeks to move you.
A smell seeks to tease you.
Your Imagination seeks to free you.
Your God seeks to destroy you.
Pain. a simple but creative thing.
it can be emotional and physical.
there can be so so many different things
in that creates this feeling and emotion.
but for me, pain has always exist.
loneliness surrounds me like a man stung
by an africanized bee.
and for a slight glimmer, i
thought i saw a way out of it.
a way out of a dark shroud of suffering.
little did i know that this was a
way to feel worse then i ever have.
A man came into my life, he too was in pain.
the man found something broken in his heart.
he sought mending, and i felt like i could have provided it
for a small while, life was good, but then something changed.
A song seeks to create purity.
A poem seeks to inspire love.
An arm seeks to grab what ever it can.
A leg seeks to keep you moving.
A breeze seeks to move you.
A smell seeks to tease you.
Your Imagination seeks to free you.
Your God seeks to destroy you.