Catchy Abstract Poem Everyone Should Read At Least Once.

Short Poem.

A repressionist poem for late fall.

This is a song I wrote, If you’re really smart you would understand why I put so many brakets in the title.

Money don’t grow on trees, only leaves and underneath those leaves sits me wishing and hoping that some girl would sit with me. Grow On Me… but growing takes time and no girl is willing to take that time, not unless I could help her grow; seed money.

Is the key…

A poem…

You should never of tried to plant seeds of doubt in me.

Erotic Love.

Love is like a pomegranate seed.