One Two Three,
there really were.
Is this what the gods decided,
punishments for murder.
I was left alone,
not sure any of you cared.
Mind is shatter,
fearful and scared.
Sun my first,
you damn sure burned the worst.
Honey pots where bees sing,
honey disappeared and bees started sting.
Gumdrops sweet and at ease,
begging you break my heart cruelly...please.
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Book Of Mine
PoetryBook of Mine is a series of poems derived from my experiences mentally, emotionally, and physically. Some poems are inspired by people in my life and others are derived from experiences. In this book I will also feature some poems purely from my own...
