Poems about Health
Breathe One, two, three I am a happy daughter Who loves her mother Not a hint of loathing to be found
Hot water deeper than the length of my hand. Three false candles illuminate the darkness.
On the floor I sit, The sun's rays hitting into the room I sit, Darkness my best friend is not here,
Hestia the goddess of the hearth roams the world these days. Looking for a home to reside in that isn't torn
I feel a great many things at any given moment. Which, I suppose, should be better than
1 Corinthians 6:19-20
Everybody wants to be a god. God! I would ruin everything. Everything that I touch, Touches of chaos on earth.
Not proud to say Just telling the truth Accepting my flaw
Normal people find there happy places Well for me I don't have one This happy persona is just a lie