Coming back one way or another… a year and i will be dancing on stage. Age is all mental and physically i’m gonna rock my world!
Ive been under the haters thumb
and i wagged to their beat
not my own drum
but this girl has a heart
that wont repeat
the lies ive been told. deliberate
in my moves,
groves to make you blush. Hush!
you talk too much.
seasons: a poetic journey 