Old Soul, New World

By Mac Guerreiro

Eye seem to have become a constant,

Same spot,

Same nights,

Trying not to read into it,

Let “it” happen,

Whatever it is,

Let it be,

Eye like the way you look at me,

The way eye feel protected in your space,

The smirk that takes over your face,

Makes me feel some type of way,

And that’s all eye have to say,

No need to elaborate,

True things tend to speak for themselves,

Time will certainly tell.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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