I once held love in my hands
It was so warm, full of possibilities
I fed it and loved it with all my being
Already it was one with me
I stroked and nourished it
It grew and grew, right from the start
Until it was too big for just my hands
So I held it within my heart.
But then something penetrated it
From under all my defences, it stole
This warmth I had embraced, disappeared
And all is left is a stained hole.
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Letters from Younger Me
PoetryA selection of poems and lyrics written as I journeyed through my teenage years. Some I am still proud of today, others aren't as amazing. All of them are a truth that I felt at a younger age. The cover is a self-portrait painting I did when I was...
