I planted a seed, one of poison.
Its harmless at first like a flower or bird.
Yet my mind has turned it to be absurd.
Reaching out for your hand.
Nothing turned as planned.
I would wish for several more.
As a pond fills the shore.
Like a beach an island comes.
Not at reach but far from one.
At each hand print on the beach.
I crawl straight to my feet.
Even odds come out to play.
Late at night and sweet at day.
I wish your sorrows all away.
I hope that you would see it true.
Realize I'm the one for you.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
