With my Hands, I write this solo
With my lips, I lament of my mistakes;feels like the storm,
With my hands my Tears are wiped off,
With my lips I speak of the way I feel
Toxically Toxicated with the wrong decisions I made with my heart,
The decisions that crossed my lips without thoughts.
Days, Months, Years will pass but the memories stay the same
Above and beyond, the energy and surge of my heart felt soul would remain stack within, For when that time comes, i shall write a new story with my hands and tell a new tale with my lips.
©omaruke
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