What You're Given

A poem about LordGod

How should I start?...
With this lacking blood in heart...
It's in the art..
Mind eyes real....
But only can see far apart.......
Desires of hopes to be like minded and exact,..
It's not the perfect answer, but opposites attract...
Long lived feelings in mind can't turn times back...
Wish He'd whisper in my ear in this time of trials and hardships...
The right way to act....
And the proper tone with every single word my mouth speaks....
I'm practically made of muscle...
My body was created to guzzle horse power like an american made mustang...
No matter how gentle I ask the bounties on my head ..
Spreading quickly through My bodies country I inherited the Covid...
And I refuse to let my gloom groom itself oh so delicately within my room...
Can't be trained...
Dogs truly listen more than cats....
Prancing oh so freely they ignore you in their created ways of disrespect..
Me being passive for five days has managed to fill its way up to my neck....
If you put too much food in your stomach instinctively it will make you vomit....
Forgive me all.....
It's evident like democracy....
Without it you don't have a voice....
Land of the free spreading gifts....
That keep on giving...
Lifes not Like pickin straws...
Trust me......

You're just gettin What You're Given......

Author's Note

Ignore grammar