We lost you in a heartbeat
You were like a money plant
Growing out your veins
Until they stopped watering you
You are not guilty of this pain
It is like you were being chained
the lock so cold on your hand
All you want is some comfortable
I miss your hug,I miss being under your wing
The scent of your cinnamon ciggerete
That I light up for you every time I visit
And by my mother, we get busted
Grandmother, please visit me in my dreams
Talk to me about your greedy child
And how she made you feel
I will assure you every night
That I am ready to hear
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Introverts Perspective
PoetryA brief view of what the introverted are going through. #1 IN POEM 12/12/18 #1 IN FREEVERSE 28/12/18 #1 IN POEMBOOK 29/12/18 #18 IN POETRY 01/03/19 #2 IN POETRY 06/01/20 #1 IN PER...
