What To Do With You Poem by Saint Cynosure
What To Do With You
What to do with you?
The question in the way.
When everything you feel is right,
is there nothing more to say?
Theres blackness in this truth,
thats the color of a lie.
But what is felt from inside out,
is pure as purest white.
People may not see,
exactly what I do.
Because they are not blind like me,
don't make my thoughts untrue.
What to do with you?
The question in the way.
There's alot to do with me ha ha I like this and I gave a 10. Wendy
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5/12/2024 8:18:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
you keep asking me this and I keep telling you I dont know but I know what I am going to do with you... ;) Ha Ha Ha... Theres blackness in this truth, thats the color of a lie. those are really cool lines make me think in a really cool way. PYT