Posted in Christianity, Life, New, Poetry

THE PLAN

05/05/2018

The stars are misaligned right now

And i am sick and tired of bwing down

I hope to map the stars sometimes

To rearrange it so that i can take a crunch

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Will start to process my papers

To leave this place and be with families in the States

Rather than holding on and allowing stress to kill myself

Life will be better there, be with the people who cares

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It’s difficult to be with stone cold people

Who never understand how it felt to be hurting inside

I’d rather be alone and be with close friends and families

Rather than looking for a fake and unstable relationship

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Dear God do help me survive in this treacherous world

I believe that your plan is to be with me all the time

Life will be better this time

For you are with me and the people that surround

 

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