Life was never easy
Never was fair
Some days I want to end this life thing but then I miss this life thing
It's never black and white
It's always more grey skies
I wish I wasn't saying rest in peace so often to people my age
It's too early for them to see their demise, too early for their mothers and fathers to cry
It's so hard to paint a Picasso pretty picture when the paint brushes only come in bullet wound black, spilled blood red, cocaine overdose white
Grief-stricken, we croon and bellow from our eyes a river flood of emotions that only closely relate to having the blues
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Creciendo
PoetryCreciendo = Growing This is a conglomerate of poems that I've crafted over the years. These poems range in topic from personal life to bigger picture stories. I talk of anything and everything. I hope you all enjoy my first ever e-book!
