there's too many words
to begin with
that could explain me.
first born, first torn,
first one to be
painless.
friends have a way of
putting me together,
then taking me apart.
how I wish it
could be the
same again.
it won't be,
though,
trust me.
YOU ARE READING
poems of my life
Poetry"the brave may not live forever, but the cautious will not live at all."
