Mint Breath

When I was first born, I was

    Grown.

With all my anorexia and my blantant speech

 

And God was mad at

   The girl of vibrations of the highest note of the song

Resonating a vacuous buzz

The morning was nothing to me

 

Yes, conscious

   but not alive

The enviroment did not harbor the mind the

Mind caused it's own despair 

But there was a hope

maybe

the sun

Will come up on it's own

 

It is now a true birth of a true

   Body

And

Thought

 

Having fled from the horrors of disorder and 

   Superficial expectations 

The girl of sharp mint breath

jabs!

Sentences with words 

Emulating beauty and kindness

The morning is love

 

So you see 

 

I am the flaring light demanding an entrance within the dark

I am the glint of wish granting stars

   I am the night

I am the kind breeze and violent wind

The unashamed scent of mother nature 

I am the flaming, roaring touch of the sun

I am the kiss of the morning!

 

Yes conscious 

   and now alive

The enviroment did not harbor the mind

The mind caused it's own despair 

But you see the sun

Demanded

it's importance

And soon came up on it's own

 

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