My friend,
You need to understand,
I do not write with a pen,
rather I rend my heart,
And watch as the emotions start,
To bleed onto the page,
Reminding me of my former days,
That have led me to flourish,
Molding my nature,
My soul reeks of these very vapors,
I wish to always remember,
These memories of my youth,
That have carried me to today,
And take them to the day,
That I wilt away,
Never forget your roots,
Not the seeds you have sown,
For in these very things,
Are the reasons you have grown.
