Every day I kind of wonder when it will be over.
Summers getting too hot winters getting even
colder. But shit im done waiting! This life is my
canvas Im going to start painting. How
much do you want it and what does it mean
to you? That's what he told me. I used to put
myself down but that was the old me. Im the clay
and its time to mold me! Pain numbed me down
to my weakest point. I didn't feel in my soul
I didn't feel with my joints. But now I feel it
I see my enemy is me and im ready to Kill it.
It's going to be strange. Only i got the power to make
my change. Im going to become the most evolved version of
myself and that's final. You are going to see it waiting on my
Arrival...
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Author:
Dakota (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I see something coming just have to work for it. Tell me what you think if you would like to.
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Comments2
You painting there? Painting your canvas of life?! I tried it, but found I was using invisible ink! doh! heehee.
Haha!
I liked it. 💗 💕 🌌 😊
Thank you very much 🙂
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