singing praises- A Writer’s Soul

https://awriterssoulblog.wordpress.com/ Why sing praises,When I can never think of any,Nothing good at least,Am I supposed to come clean?Scrub myself, to the bone, to remove your trace on me,Express myself in ways that make me raw and like you.Because I can’t find any trace of you,And for that I’m glad,I can never sing your praises,Because IContinue reading “singing praises- A Writer’s Soul”