Jazzy Bell Poem by Eli Unknown

here it begins to fall from my lips
who even know what eye will spit...
the tight grip on the reigns
never go back AGAIN

this merry-go-round
is meant to be found
eye lay my love on the very ground (in which you walk)
silence is the loudest sound

even when you walk away
eye still gonna be here eye do NOT STRAY
glad you came my way
what else should eye say

the last thing we want is the truth
hard to take a closer look
as u steady run
you turn your back on the sun

rub the sunshine on yer face
and know the smile can not be replaced
look in the mirror and see the child you were created to be
wait hold up close yer eyes so u can see

the beauty thru the pain
knowing you wont ever be the same,
no one can walk in your shoes
so do what you do