Poems from crfaw15
He is mine.
Mine,
and you can't take him away.
Not for my fairness
or my wellness
or his fate.
Im cream.
Deal with it.
I am his.
So stop...
It's hard.
Living,
dying,
everything in between.
For how can we expect that our
miniscule lives can mean anything
when they are so short...
And so it begins.
We are born
babes, wide eyed and
curious.
Rightfully so,
as the world is something
worth the curiousity.
As we grow...