MarionYost
seemless dreams of colorfaded into the darkest dreams....
becomes your own blur.....
your own screams..........
You think your worthless...
cause you were told....
by others and thier mess....
but you are worth more then gold...
Marion Yost.......
This is for you,
touched and not lost.....
this is true......
A poem that started.....
to be something that it's not.....
for some one kind hearted,
inbeded in Gods' slot.....
Made of complete love,by His grace....
This has been said time and time again....
don't get lost in the race.....
if it seems to be, just stand!!!
Red.......................................
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