Dear Michael
Dear Michael,
If there was ever a time I need you, it’s now. Now that my heart is heavy and wet. How was it that you can move your feet so quick and make me feel blessed? How did you make me stand with the man in the mirror and check myself? You’re voice gave me a much better life base. You gave me this vision to heal the world, and make it a better place. You taught me that black or white doesn’t matter, and I should continue to climb up the Lord’s ladder. The way she makes me feel Mike. You know what I’m spitting. When I can spend hours with her and it only feels like a minute. Is she really the one, give me a sign. I want to get older with her just to ask “Do you remember the time”. You shifted the world, and now I want to change it for the better. I have ideas that are clever, and that can ultimately sever this hatred. If hate is what we see and love is all we need, then let’s all display it for my hero who’s deceased.
