salut everyone! Recently, A soap box was added to this spot. My black life par user IsabellaAzuria, told us what she fells inside. Whoever, I think our problems can ne solved easly if we have help. So to help IsabellaAzuria AKA Vanessa, I'm going to dedicate this poem that I wrote about 2 months ago, to her. To montrer her that life has collors and it is not black.
Life
Life is a gift
A rare one
I got to live every second
Since the time toi are born
toi got to live it not to waste it
This is the only one toi have
There’s no re-born ou re-incarnation
If toi don’t know how to behave
Life is short
So live it good
Whatever is your mood
Don’t be shy have some fun
So your life will shine
As brighter as the sun
Sephisis17 AKA Vitor Martins
Dedicated to Vanessa
Life
Life is a gift
A rare one
I got to live every second
Since the time toi are born
toi got to live it not to waste it
This is the only one toi have
There’s no re-born ou re-incarnation
If toi don’t know how to behave
Life is short
So live it good
Whatever is your mood
Don’t be shy have some fun
So your life will shine
As brighter as the sun
Sephisis17 AKA Vitor Martins
Dedicated to Vanessa
Just a moment in this lifetime,
Just a tragedy ahead.
Not knowing where each turn will lead,
Within secondes we might be dead.
Live each jour to the fullest,
Do not stop to wonder why.
Do everything your cœur, coeur deisres,
In dreams, rech for the sky.
Surprises at every stop sign,
With its share of wrong ways and dead-ends.
Statistics dont help toi with the future,
They only tell toi where you've been.
With so many people amoung us,
There are no certainties.
And all it takes is just one person,
To reroute history.
Don't waste one single moment,
How very precious that they are.
What seems a long way off,
Is really not that far.
sarcelle, teal Henderson.
Just a tragedy ahead.
Not knowing where each turn will lead,
Within secondes we might be dead.
Live each jour to the fullest,
Do not stop to wonder why.
Do everything your cœur, coeur deisres,
In dreams, rech for the sky.
Surprises at every stop sign,
With its share of wrong ways and dead-ends.
Statistics dont help toi with the future,
They only tell toi where you've been.
With so many people amoung us,
There are no certainties.
And all it takes is just one person,
To reroute history.
Don't waste one single moment,
How very precious that they are.
What seems a long way off,
Is really not that far.
sarcelle, teal Henderson.