Late last night I woke thought of beauty seen then decided to begin reading red words that were spoke but it seems not many listen anymore. I thought of those who have reserved a suite in hell then I giggled aloud knowing damn well they forgot to ask forgiveness for overlooking flowers. Be blessed before you rest đ
Tag: thoughts
Beneath this land
beneath this landthe vast seashope waits to breathenot all is what it seemsevery sky is a different bluetrees arenât always green. abandoned heartsglowing in 3-Dwill someday feelsurface from yearsthat were awkward. the hurt of all yesterdayswill be healed by love. and those tears will flowbeneath this landto the vast seaof tranquillity.
Hardly worth our time
On some days the pen has nothing to say so music is another form to say what’s going through a heart such as mine. May this Wednesday be kind and let us all be humble. RIP Joe
Ignited 