Poems from Rob mack
I BEATED MY FEET AND RAN FROM MY PAST.
CROOKED THOUGHTS AND TIME BOUGHT.
THATS MY AS.
I CANT BE KIND TO THOSE WHO REFUSE SEE.
WONDERING HOW...
I saw it when i was five.
Not knowing what they was.
They danced infront of me in the sky.
Nowadays we call them starrs.
It happened again...
A down fall of living proceeded me through my times.
Although, i escaped them then.
I knew it was just a matter of time.
They came, like...
You killed me.
You killed me.
With treachery and deceit.
I gave you real love.
And put it at your feet.
Diagnosed your past.
With your...
To believe, means to believe in you.
Your, your own creator, your own sculptor.
Of your own truth.
So believe in yourself.
Like you are God...