Appreciated,
being thanked even some bit...
I cascade
across tender roots...
Do u believe in the art of growing old?
Do u believe that someone can save your soul...
Everything ground to a halt;
leaving this soul wondering...
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reflective sclera expose stories...
Concealed in a world so proud
Reflections I could never see...
When I was young,
my father used to bring home a newspaper...
This writer's block
is slowly killing me...
Blue Jays
LIke their wings their paths of life...
This calm and welcomed soul
why must I dispute...
Chasing boys is not my thing,
if they want me they gotta chase me...
Just another empty life; one wasted in despair.
Just wish for something better or to have no more...