Poets

I once perceived a girl striding a sidewalk She was naive, but had a vigor in her walk For she was in haste, just like running I don't know how it happened, but she was cunning.

I realized where would watch wade me, If I believed just saying 'I'll not give up' will make me, Who am I? I‘ve achieved nothing yet, But I know God has bigger plans for me to be met.

He dragged me with him all the way, and held my hand meticulously to make me stay, and to appear like he has forgotten that he will never be alone, but I knew that my place was his house, and his my home.