Posted in Mindful, Mood Diaries

Not Yours


Your life isn’t your own,

Even then you need some your time,

Yet the increments of life,

Don’t give you,

The pleasure,

The choice,

The freedom,

To enjoy yourself,

You can imagine or fall,

For good times,

Then it all zeroes out,

Because violent words slash n cut,

Versus good times that melt n heal,

If only people feel n understand,

Repetitive pierces don’t occur,

The soul is so insured!

 

 

 

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I am writer and poet who has written many works and still writing. Mission: To spread what I know!

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