Just me, aspiring mystic, lover of blue roses (a thing between my grandmother and I), and my thoughts, hopes, dreams, feelings...that which catches and holds my attention...out there for GOD and everyone to see...
the blank page stares at me
beckoning me to write
but nothing comes to me
and i just don't have the fight
to seek my heart
and pour it out
in this superfluous place...
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