Poems from musicismybelief

3 years old and father is ill. Ill. I'll see him quench his obsessions, filling his demons with the drink of death. They burn his insides...
Just know that everything will be alright because I am gathering nutrients; Like your intelligence, I will be bright Like star lullabies...
You light me Crackling with purpose For yourself. Burning with joy Nevertheless I am useful But where do you go? Staring past my flames To...
What if my purpose was to deliver a lesson By Death? Born in May but heart of November. I have always been a sad child. Monster my last...
Her Lord the man in her life ain't got time for her picking up a knife For some punk ass nigga tryna lay for a night, then leave like...

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