Art of relationship...
Push out 'I'
Usher in 'WE'-
I tried to keep them close
They slithered away like sand
from in between the spaces of my fingers-
Leave them when you feel it's only about their happiness, sadness, time and life. Don't forget you are your own usher.
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Sorting our messes was sort of rhetoric and globular, forming an escapable envelope but it sort of restricted, hindrance in the eyes and laughter in the tone, a regency for placeholder and a keenness to gain control, sort of messed me and my life as I know, what I meant to say sort of faded away as the shrouds of falony took ahold.
Waiting for a sort of opportunity to sort this mess out, laughing with tears within dripping until I take back control-
When thorns prick our feet,
it is God's way to usher us towards our kingdom.-
Music ushers us
within the
present deepened
stance on actuality !!-
Emotions in music act to usher decisiveness
about time ahead deportment !!-
Her love for me
Like the rays
Passing through me
And scattering
Innerpeace and
Colouring me
With herself-
Set your sails free;
sometimes the storms that petrify you, are the ones that usher you in the direction that's best for you!!-