I'm sorry for all the things said and done
and wish they could be broken.
My thoughts catch wind
and are heard before properly made.
Do not judge my action
Do not stop to stare
I have nothing but innocence
lost in a dream.
Hear my soul cry out beauty!
It's lone stravation only continues to grown.
Be weary not of me but all that is gracious,
the gracious lord.
Hold my hand please,
to help pass the dreading life
that moves away
from my soul.
Keep not what is yours
but what is mine.
"You are wrong", they say
but my words only claim harmony and peace.
-Endy
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Made by the threads of delight, the bear & the blanket were ever so tight.
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