Cherry blossoms are in season
I never knew you to be the voice of reason
There's not need to pout
Things turn out the way they are suppose to turn out
Things are the way that they are
The way the are suppose to be
Things are the way that they are
You don't need to raise the bar
My face is stuck in a frown
Feeing pain is not unlike me
Joy comes from withing
For I am whole with or without
We grow through the vines
Digging straight through the mines
A breath I took
One I could not book
A note forgotten
A not begotten
Never thinking of me
Always thinking of you
That a change I just must make
For I cannot be fake
Growing evermore
Forgiven myself for that which came before
Welcome to my life
A new strife
A new me
Welcome to be
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
