Its our generation and im patiently waitin. Waitin for my time to shine but all that will come with time. I still feel stuck behind an invisible wall like a mime and I dont mean to rhyme this a poem but I guess you can say my words fall in line. They say everything happens for a reason but whats my reason for breathin? Do you see the wisdom in what im speakin? Through this pen my flows are leakin an heres a penny for your thoughts no Abe Lincoln. I remember when I was just a boy looking forward to the weekends but now I cherish everyday, we all live on borrowed time you will never know when your week ends..
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 18:40:07 +0000
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015