my maker, my sustainer,
that which protects me from danger,
it feels like I'm held together in a container,
can I come back to see you as a favor,
for how long should I wait for you my savior,
I look up and smile for I know I laugh at my own behavior,
you fashioned me so beautifully for you are my creator,
and sometimes I wake up happy and so as nature,
and sometimes I cry for I feel like a traitor,
if my day isn't too please you then it's a failure,
from the man I helped to the smiled I showed to my neighbor,
in a world of a restaurant that serves kindness I am a waiter,
for those who don't understand you I am forever your translator,
it's like a paint that forgot it's own painter,
I may not be a prophet but I will be your conveyor,
in a city that's lost I will be taking the role of a mayor,
Life is like a journey and every time we move we go through a layer,
when I'm connected to you no soul is a stranger,
when my heart is with you I feel so much grater,
to be honest I wished I can be with you sooner than later.
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Author:
Mello (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2017 09:30
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absolutely one of the best poems I've read in awhile. keep writing.
That's too nice 👍 dude. But thank you.
In a city that is lost you will be taking the role as mayor eh? Interesting ambition...... elected mayor by lost votes....
Lol your freakin awesome. But yea we follow with our eyes and ears but not our hearts.
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