He saw me in a dream he said. I was walking across the street a spiritual warfare, reflecting images of men, a war around me. This war, that represents battles of opposition. Why must I stand in the center. As if I was positioned into a boxing ring. Round after Round we take jabs at each other, emotionally, mentally, and if it slips even physically. The bridges you worked hard to build, can be easily burned in minutes. Whats left to cross? Now your refocused on building. But is building it out of pity? In hopes to gain your stars back? I’m not sure why we tried, it wasn’t for love? or was it? Maybe for the image? A dying breed of some kind.
Your friendship is the best gift I keep unwrapping every year your in my life! — Pineapple Poetry (@PineapplePoet)
The fall hurts,but getting back up on my feet makes me stronger — Pineapple Poetry (@PineapplePoet)