R.22

Heart of the reach, chasin a dream she seeks, money and fame is a part of her game and speech. Personality peaks, her originality breaches, in all totality her reality seeps. Soul is out of the way, beyond means not one could ever explore. Morals and values parts ways, divided by one unopened door. Lesson a day, lessen aggression confessions will pay. Listen to intuition, where there's a will there's a way. Roses are dead, violets a hue, florals will shed, she will never give up a clue. We sorta dread the everyday unknown the blues. Step out of your boundry, think out of the box, don't get it misconstrued. When your heart throb beats box, go with the rhythm, run it right through.