I found you.
Long ago
Rooted deep,
when the moon hung low.
Stained hands, dirty shirt.
Arm to arm,
We'd never leave each other—
Living life as if it's our first.
Forever more, more and more,
We'll be here and there,
Now and then, everywhere.
Bubble bubble, growing up,
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
Why can't you just keep your mouth shut?!
/am I really past this? Or is this ongoing?/
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The Taxonomy of Someone Named Me. (poetry by yzaa.vna)
Poetry"Discipline has a value greater than your Jo Malone." -Yza. Life isn't for me, or anyone, actually. The universe is full of surprises and I'm not sure if that's why I'm complaining on a site like this. Hi, My name is Yza. I present you a compilation...
