'two 'types

March 4, 2018

What's left of me?

Nothing is safe in my path.

Everythings Dark where I go,

there's fire when I live.

The hatred in the heart.

The dead is what fallows me!

Nothing is alive in my presence.

Nothing moves,

Or I kill.

What's left of me?

Everything safe within me.

Light seeps through trees.

There's joy where I live.

The love of nature.

The sun is what fallows me.

Everything lives where I step.

Live with truth and purity,

and love.

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YulizaGMar 4, 2018

<p>there are usually two sides to people...or more, there is never one. </p>