- Books, Literature, and Writing
Riding the never ending waves of forever never ending.
Lending the time my soul needs to grow, Living, Yes!!! Pretending?.
Pretending to be strong on the outside, yet inside my brain I know,
nothing is forever never ending all the same.
My weak and weary, dark and scary soul is of the ages, never ending
always lending what it needs to grow.
The only kind of love there is comes from the human soul.