~From "Heart And Strings Collection"~

Believe me,
Too much can't be said
But plenty can be noticed
From a novice at breast sucking
To a delighted average man
I've come to assert myself
As a figure of words and art
Mum, be happy for you did,
What you could do best.
Your departure was never intended
But things had to happen for things to happen.

Believe me, perfectionality is not what I seek
From the bending tunnel to the outskirt of sunflower garden
I have buried in me the soldier
Afraid of making advancements
Now you see a master at work
From the early days of introduction to Shakespeare and rhymes
The seedling of greatness was planted
And a bountiful tree that keeps growing is seen.

Believe me, I won't think less
Of the souls that has amped my desire and happiness
Writing has indeed become the 207th bone in my body
Believe me, I have seen the downfall of many
Lyrics of pain in their songs
And a toxic message it breeds
But I write that you may be given knowledge and wisdom
From the census of the chosen few
I have explored the depth of past knowledge and scrambled together pieces that you'd find mind-nourishing.

A legacy would be called in my honor
A ghost of Apollo and a best friend to Cupid.
Life has made my knees kiss the grounds
And my tears of joy
Shed during the painful times
Nothing new to my eyes
And yet I'm still up and going.
Journeyed so long that going back is not an option
And a vow taken to be a better version of myself.
I would write to my last breath
And I will live in the hearts of my dear readers.
Believe me.



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