Far, you stand. I wait, then sit.
Lips too shy, too tame to wish.
Harsh, this wait. Blind love, fast fix.
Closed, our eyes too wide to miss.
Share told lies. Once true, now myth.
Bare, the stains. To God, I give.
Spare your words, if words exist.
Yours, am I.
In me, we live.
I’m just a mere bloke on a journey. Armed with only my words and truths, this world, I shall change for the better. A writer, actor, artist, and observer, I was born in this incarnation with the purpose of storytelling and blessed by the ability to share.
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