this is the first day of my life, there was nothing before.
each morning i see the sun settle in the cusp of the sky
and i think to myself, 'why oh why do i see it always so gray?'
it doesn't matter, these blues i have had what seems my
whole damn life are what helped fuel my creativity.
the ache and pain associated with romantic's is certainly
the main ingredient as to why each woman who says good-bye
sent me into a fit of writing pages of heartfelt poetry.
this is not the best i could do this ain't even simply
the medium of my worst; and one day all will know my
everything, my life and time's of my creative legacy.
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