Meeting you was a coincidence
We were lost souls in a train of lost thoughts
I found myself with in you
And you built a home with in me
Our love was toxic, but so are a lot of things
Coincidences happen
All the time
They grow on trees like coconuts
Waiting for you to walk under them
That's why it was easy
-MissRoub
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Growth
PoetryGrowth; something that has grown or is still growing. I consistently find myself doing the things I don't know how to do in order to learn how to do them. I've taught myself to grasp the fact that change is inevitable, growth is optional. I understa...
