06.04.18

3/10/2019

Set me on your windowsill
Face me toward the sun
Give me water
Watch me grow
Help me blossom under your care
Talk with me, tell me of your hopes and fears
Carbon dioxide love
Let me bloom

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Poetry from the past and present

Poetry is not my forte, and I find most poetry to be sad or reflective of a teenage depressive state, but I have shared my rather crappy and depressive poetry to show my progression from sad and weird teen angst to sad
and reasonable adult angst.

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Poetry

06.04.18

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