Just as I grew up, up till a long meter
Bewildered, strew with mild hinder
I looked upon, humble do I look
With my tiny branches came to its shook.
Just as I've realized, I'm a mess
But in a good way, not in a trench
Fickle of foliage, altering me—
I just need something to trim my leaves!
Just as I've feel a mild contact of a blade
I felt my plea to come true, without a feign
Flick my bereft, for I witness myself
Behold—that tingly feeling of self-success!
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
