Running.
Sprinting from all I could be feeling,
Running the flames up to the ceiling ...
No deceiving, can’t play myself ...
Can’t run from what you should be feeling .
Hoping for hope but I’m not hopeless .
My faith drives me through all these process...
Why would my dreams feel impossible?
If the bottom is possible, the top Is just some edibles.
Growing through emotions ,
Only felt loved twice, my second love is still sweets.
She coordinates my emotions.
If life’s really a gift then it should be wrapped in brown sheets...raw sheets.
Boygod