Growing up just meant school, I can no longer swim kiddie pools. I want to learn more things and stuffs, I want to end up looking cool. I met my teacher in my room, Loving and caring person is she. Started the class...
Very short poem about being born into this beautiful world, the Creation of God.
This short poem is told from the point-of-view of one of the characters in my upcoming book. The man's lover had left him, and now he tries to move-on.