As soon as I could write I remember writing poems In little notebooks that were cute and shown I would like the way they sound And the way they rhymed The way they looked Short and concise. And that I always knew what to say Because its just the way. They grew in my heart And when I had hurt to express You best believe I could not write a better poem. I had stopped for some reasons Mostly due to pain and suffering What had happened, happened in this specific period But this story isn’t about that In this … Continue reading Fruit Trees Remind Me
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