I sat
And . Watched a rose blossom
I sat
And
Watched myself sprout
Everyday | No matter
How long it took
I watched. The Rose
Bad soil | No Rain | No Wind
But it still. Grew
Bad soil | No Wind | No Rain
But I still grew
Paint your veiny lips black
So you have definition
When you speak
Color my eyelids red
So when I blink
You see a Part of YOUR | SELF
That happens to be me
Color my fingertips blue
So when I touch you
You'll have lasting memories
Of Larry C
Embed my feet with stones
So when I walk out your life
It'll look like I stomped on you
Lastly | Paint my face
So the memory of my smile
Will be erased
The rose | my soul
No soil | no wind | no rain
I rub my neck
Drinking Jack
I'm no longer perfect
Because the rose | my soul
Grew with side effects
Beautify defects
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THE SEASONAL TREE (BOOK III of Poetry)
PoetryThird collection of poetry I've written from a source of experience, love, heartbreak, joy, happiness and pain. It chronicles my life in my 30s as an openly bisexual black male, finding his way. ↘️↘️↘️⬇️⬇️⬇️↙️↙️↙️ Photo credit from paintingwithdiam...
