My first years were kind of bad.
Filled with much pain and strife.
I needed a man in my life.
You weren't here then, but you are now.
You teach me things and show me how.
I can tell you most anything.
You treat me like I'm a true king.
When someone lowers my self-esteem;
You always say to follow my dream.
Even though life used to suck.
Now you're here to wish me luck.
One day I may return the favor.
Never forget, memories I'll savor.
All I ask is to be held tight.
By only you, my perfect knight.
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Ehhhhh, this is old. I kind of wanted to rewrite it, but I'm not sure. If I do, I'll be sure to post it here.
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We Live, We Love, We Lose
PoetryA compilation of poems I've been writing since I was about 9 or 10. Both of mourning and of pleasure. Of love and of loss. Some are unnamed, but I think those can be the best kind. I accept and even encourage constructive criticism, but I will not t...
