Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
I neglected the garden, roots depleted before they were planted...
Blossomed trees thrived until I came undone...
The fruit fell to the ground, rotted before I could tell.
This harvest could nourish no one..
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