Head Hart Hand
My Head has rivers of thoughts through out the day and most of them will flow on
down my river of thoughts with no impact what so ever sometimes one gets stuck in
a yeti and it starts to bite my mine yet the bite has no factual evident to surgest its
true.
Then my Hart will grab that bite and give it a meaning such as Angry, hurt or
loneliness to name a few, and sometimes my hurt influences my head to fine the
thought to bite
Sometimes in a good way sometimes in a bad way but mostly in a bad way
Now the river flows to my hands and the emotions carry’s the thought which impact
the intendeds of the bite
Now my hands are lost to my action and allow the river to rage in fingers and
ingrains into my behaviour
Now when my head has a bite can you please produce all the relevant truth to what
you are saying because if you don’t you stay a stream was I control you.
Copyright © Hemi Lewis | Year Posted 2011
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