Poem -

Come With Me

~~Follow my voice
You have one choice
Life decisions
Hearts need mending
That why I write
That's why I wrote
I know you need time to cope
Every line speaks
And it something that's a surprising need
Of us as human beings
I hope these words are sweetening
Like that real sugar
I'd never give you sweet n low
When you really need the real stuff to grow
Console my poetry like coffee
Warming your hands in the morning
Get yourself toasty
Cause I'll love you like the morning
Even in not knowing you
Your face is really glowing
You're beautiful like the star light
You essence lights up the night
Even though I'm the first to tell you
His is hat I need yu to do
Every morning look at yourself
You have to love you before anybody else
And even when they put you down
Please just try to kiss the ground
And thank them later
Cause they'll be the ones, those haters
To finally see they were wrong
And no it won't take too long
I just need to realize
When you have a calling on your life
You go through so much pain
Just to help others out their rain
They say they talked about Jesus
So remember you're in good company.
Cause he sees all while you're laying there
Don't be scared
It only looks up from here
He wanted me to tell you he loves you my dear.

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