True, a good woman is more prized than gold
But the one I love better than honey or its comb
The sea the sky
The jewels they love
Or the Earth they call their home

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poems
Acakpoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
walking time bomb
True, a good woman is more prized than gold
But the one I love better than honey or its comb
The sea the sky
The jewels they love
Or the Earth they call their home