Wrote New Poetry

These seeds that I’m planting Shall end up in magic With life at my fingertips Fully enchanting And lavish I’m blooming I’m changing my habits I’m focused on healing Though I see what’s tragic I choose to be happy And still stay empathic I choose to now love me Don’t care who won’t have it See no one above me But God and my mother And fucks that I had to give Have run out, sadly.