Cause fear gets scarier inside,
With every page I feel the tide.
With every turn,
Would I want to run.
But our picture on the wall,
God! Says it all!
Its time I grow
The red seed we put, shouldn’t we let it grow?
The slip and the drip, that gasps me blind,
Oh God, where would I find or should I say why would I mind.
Infectious emotions, vacuum that it cautions.
Should I, or Should I not stand alone,
Your look and your love have I ever borne.
God would forgive for God have I ever known that I have ever taken your name, times in my poem.
Is it because I am scared or because I am praying,
To exist as love till I am living.
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