#@%*

lot of things runnin on ma mind.,.....
dunno 4om whr 2 let da fountain flow....
heap it or leap it.... or spray it...
i heap it,,,,,,, it b'comes a mould...
i leap it,it withered away....
i spray it,,,,,, it sprayed back 2 meh.,....
a smirk back on2 ma face........
 
i choose to scatter it....
but who cares 2 b careful not 2 step on2 it..
tiptoe on da sands of memories....
of livin lost in da face of death,,,
i fear not 2 face da fear,,,,,,
fear,,,, not of da death but of livin....
i lived wid da dyin souls but i die wid a peaceful livin,,,,
luv 2 leave but i left da self long tym back in its virgin winter,,,
slowly i wil frail wid da autumn leaves ...
yet i releaf da yello leaves wid shades of green...
varigated but not wilted,,,,,

so long i wilt in hope 2 eye da despair...

p.s. she died while she was stil alive...