Each day I look at you and you shock me
You are a needy little squishy thing
Your use is one I am unable to see
Yet there is so much joy you bring.
Always changing, your growth does not take a break
Each step you take is a journey
I watch to see what path you take
Enjoying life with no grief or worry.
The only thing you know to do is love
The world has not poisoned your pure spirit.
Sorrow is not what you are composed of.
You don't walk through life knowing to fear it
There is a part of me that envies you
This world wants you dead and you don't a single clue.
YOU ARE READING
Wasted Ink
PoetryThe mediocre stylings of an amateur poet. Composed of Personal thoughts, feelings, and questions all come together in poetry form.
