Photo by Joao Melo Serreno
On verse one of the fully developed paragraph, beating at drums of my heated plush traits, I rebelled on my puberty becoming this new guided missile pole. In my adult life, I became him, the perfect persona, the crowd pleaser, the begged for mercy kind of gentile creature, the dazzled narrative latched in a page everyone desired.
He told me I was a bug, the fruit pie microbe mutating into a biscuit but I came to be pure as an ice water in a cooler.
Love is difficult for the undecided, scary for fearful, overwhelming for the lovers!
Photo by Joao Melo Serrano
Imagine a road trip called, life. A highway called dream. A loved one called, family and a friend called, God. Then turn around to the corner called, Hope and when you get to the bus stop called Success, thank the driver who took you there, Jesus; and when you get to the house called Prosperity, don’t be startled by the guests, introduce yourself to: I marched. I fought and I won. They will be delighted to meet you!
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