Shed: a poem
Apart of nature, I shed the skin I have outgrown, Refusing to be restricted by things that have lost their purpose.
Cultivate: a love poem
My whole life has been roots and cherry picking, digging myself up before I was ripe.
Apart of nature, I shed the skin I have outgrown, Refusing to be restricted by things that have lost their purpose.
My whole life has been roots and cherry picking, digging myself up before I was ripe.