Perhaps I was once a delicate flower
But every flower crumples
Under the foot of reality
Perhaps I once looked at the world
And I didn't see the corruption
Back then I was unconcerned
Back then I wasn't even apart of the discussion
But time and time again
Delicate flowers
Become lead gunpowder
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Dun Dun Dun.
I'd like to write another slam, but who knows if I'll get around to it.
Enjoy!
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Paths: A collection of Poems and Short Stories
PoetryThese are poems and some short stories I have written over the years. Some are good, some are from a younger me. I have a deep love for poetry and I hope anybody who reads these poems and stories enjoys them as well.
