• saphirahgoddis 54w

    1800 and a mind clean..

    Thinking about right and wrong
    As I write down in my phone
    Got me all in my zone
    It's when I rather be alone

    When the words run wild I'm my head
    Can't find sleep no need for the bed
    New York raised, born and Fed
    Always a leader never to be led

    When I'm all in my head
    I write the things that can't be said
    You can choke on the knowledge like dry bread
    Waiting for another who can handle my truth,will be long since dead.