eyesA Poem by James^ ^ ^My optical Do you really not see Can’t understand yourself, let alone a guy like me Compromising my own understanding across endless seas What’s simple for you is very hard for me Many days crying and no urge to bleed My essence is planted in the form of many trees Sadness blends itself into the heart of thee So can you please just try to fly away, with me, so we can be carefree © 2017 James |
StatsAuthorJamesAtlanta, GAAboutI hail from the suburbs of Georgia. I am 17 years of age with Jamaican parents. I was born in an Long Island Hospital on the 23rd of January in the year 2000. Now in this day in age I artistically pri.. more..Writing
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