Now that I've grown, the darkness has become my friend.
The sorrow has become my mother.
And the loneliness my father.
All three say that everyone else is jealous of me,
But when they do I just scream
"Why?! THEY'VE got family that care,
THEY'VE got friends and,
THEY'VE got light that will make them happy!"
They always whisper back:
"They may have all that, but
YOU have the heart,
YOU have the passion and,
YOU have us three to fall back on when THEY get intimidated by YOUR talent."
12/04/2013
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Thoughts+Poems
PuisiHere's some things I've been writing, putting them here. Just in case they're good.