Poems from aownie
These hands
They shall mold this world's greatness
These eyes
They shall envision the world I wish to see
These lips
They shall speak life...
I promenade the path of my youthful desires
My heart pulsates to the beat of my soulful cravings
I feel it drum as failure wraps its aged...
Some plié their paved roads with desire
Leaping and thrusting, they attack their audience with their soulful might
Some smear their paths...