Cling not to memories of me.
Bring not tears of joy.
Live not your foes wishes.
be erratic.
unstable.
ready to change.
Sex is not the tool.
It's emotional a stray.
I'm not your one.
neurotic
confusion
chaotic notions
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
