To walk on.

Better

πŸ€”πŸ˜ΆπŸ™„πŸ˜

Alas

thine vibe is at hand,

Alas 

these wound may heal,

Yea 

my lands of my heart blossoms into a field of promise

Yea

my mind is at ease and can have stability beyond pain.

Am i not good since as of late,

Am i not defective when you last talked and saw me,

Come hither thine life

Come hither sweet rose of mine,

I’d like to partake of your bud and linger upon your thorns

so i may bleed without pain,

so i may bleed my tortured soul.

I had a fragile heart,

I had a fragile soul,

within this bewitching soles

beneath of it a shoe,

I will walk with and on

and will not

and can not

but move in any direction.

So to speak I can be,

I will be,

but not now

and will work on

til the day

I can move freely

and not be 

defective anymore.

πŸ˜ŽπŸ˜€πŸ€”πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜…πŸ˜‰

Sweet Senorita

@rtsydhude

c.17m6

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