Every line in this poem Might not flow and rhyme, But I hope it makes Sense to you over time.
A beautiful thing happens when we leave men to cry without judgment.
A year ago, I had spreadsheets full of goal, and I would have beat myself up had I not achieved those goals
Stop sneaking bites of the poisonous apple for there will be no Prince to bring you back to life with a kiss
I’m sorry that you had to listen to us sing Knowing that the lyrics weren’t meant for you
Every entrepreneur has an almost-failed story and this is the beginning of mine.
The whispers of war And the forthcoming doom Like a rain laden cloud Dance around her head Like African cultural dancers.
Life is like foreplay. Don't rush it. Enjoy it.
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Who then told these stories? It couldn't be the already fallen Because they don't have the power To break as much as the living does.