My heart is kind,
My mind is welcoming,
My soul is of an angel tear of goodness,
My thoughts are as powerful yet sinful of
This world's blackness, I wonder through
My self not knowing where I am or who
I am I don't recognize any of this energy
I never seen such loss in a world full of it all
The sun is Deming the light still
Shines to lead me back, I start to
See familiar things I'm starting to
See me again, oh what a bad dream
I let someone of a bright darkness in .
Categories:
deming, abuse, age, betrayal, boyfriend,
Form: I do not know?