Under a shadow
and the rooster’s crow...
A blow to the back for the spot I left on a bowl-
It's what I deserve...
A youthful but wounded soul
You never really felt whole...
Forget me cause You left and my son is growing up...
I sit there and I tell him the truth: I say son...
We were raised by your many hands
To hold and guide us all...
Little nose
Little hands...
Upon a crystallized morn
you were born unto me...
People always disappoint u no matter how hard you...
I wish certain people were nice all the time...
Beauty radiates tween conversation as
Roses mixed with greenery, remind me...
Memories come to me like a ghost;
finding my way home through Skid Row...
Believe in your true soul
Evolve within your surroundings and...
There's something so strange
about how you healed...