Oh you poor lost soul,
I wish to help you,
But you don't want any.
You want to show you're strong,
Though you're fragile.
I wish you would open up,
Like the pretty flowers in your garden.
Why can't you take care of yourself,
Just like you do your flowers?
I know I would.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
