I got lost at fifteen.
I had many painful days,
Trying to do my own thing.
I wished it wasn’t that way.
Author: WILDsound Festival
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Selfish Nature, Poetry by Brittny Pesek
Rapping on the window
Whispers your sweet name
Written by the pollen,
Erased by the rain.
Etched in stone is another
Much harder to take from time,
