Written March 10, 2019
From adolescence to adulthood, we all grow like weeds.
Intricately planted seeds
Blooming through good deeds.
A shining legacy.
We brood.
Growing up isn't just growing up.
Not just showing up,
Wanderlust and making bluffs.
This shit is rough.
No cameras.
Nobody:
Bark or bite is the mood.
Angel's food or devil's food?
It's a piece of cake.
Here, don't be rude.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoesiaSurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
