Mindsayers

Fussy and mean The anger of a Immature person Leaps and bounds Mind you in descion Anchored by ones lack Of devotion It is perfect because it Is his Wanted because it was Seen as unobtainable Kindness makes you smile Desire makes you want Linger first in frustration Circumnavigate to explore When those finding cause you Different might your readyness Cause you to chore It is an obligation to keep It is a job to have Think of it as mine And before you stop to laugh Talk it over with love ones Those who underestimate you As need Fault yourself in your doings And make yourself to believe Beyond the edges Right were the sun meets the sky Hand me what I long to have And never ask me why