With Wolves I LayA Poem by Kismet
Depression, please just go away
Melancholy is here to stay Things are weird but they'll be OK... I'm content with no intent on making my way through another day I'm a sheep and with wolves I lay Dangerously rolling through the hay I feel different then what i say Mold me with your hands, for I am clay... © 2015 Kismet |
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KismetNYAboutJust trying to drop my ego, allow change and transmutation, waiting my transformation and working through it and I'm healing in the process. I love to fire dance, any kind of dance, music, writing, sp.. more..Writing
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