I want to plant a melon
Not in the soil but stone
I'll water it with tears
With blood that brings my fears
My plant will grow in times
With thunder storms, not just rain
Sweet memories faded by crimes
My life's covered by doubt and pain
Thinking there's no forever
Not because I'm bitter
I just don't want to suffer
From the gift of the weather.
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PoetryThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
